Kiss Me on the Inside

by Janice Burkett

  He lifted her up, placing her on the desk. He unhooked her bra and his warm tongue met her already-hardened nipples, sending shivers down her spine. He slowly slid down her body like a snake, lifting her dress and taking her panties off with his teeth. His tongue greeted her candy pot and she held on to his head, relaxed her muscles and let her juices flow. Her legs trembled and he knew she was near her climax. He lifted his head up and she tried to bring him back to her spot. She bit on her lips to make sure that this wasn’t a dream.

  The waiter unbuckled his belt and his pants fell to the ground. Keisha sat up and kissed his chest. He wasn’t interested in what she could do for him. He was going to show her what he was more than capable of doing to her. He spun her around, bending her over so her ass would poke out at him. He kissed both cheeks and parted her legs. He fed her his manhood and she expressed what she felt with a deep moan. He covered her mouth and fed her more. He was enjoying her as much as she was enjoying him.

  Keisha was close to her climax again when he stopped his motion and led her over to the couch and instructed her to get on top. She rode him to the beat of the reggae music playing on the stereo. The pleasure was intense. She was savoring the moment, trying to hold back her climax, until he reached up and squeezed her nipples. Her moans got louder and she went faster.

  “Not yet; what’s the rush?” He picked her up, taking her back to the desk, and placed her on her back. He gave her all of him and she wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her nails into his back. Keisha got to her climax and let out a scream that would break any glass in sight. The waiter was right there with her. He gathered all his energy, giving her all he got. He roared like a lion because he was the king of this jungle. He enjoyed every moment of it just like she did.

  She lay there in amazement. She was satisfied. The thought of how she had just betrayed her friend didn’t even cross her mind. She refreshed her makeup and reapplied her lip gloss. Piece by piece she picked up her clothes and dressed herself. Her eyes strayed to a few certificates on the wall behind the desk and saw the name Damien Harvey: the owner. She smiled from ear to ear then finished getting dressed.

  She blew him a kiss as she left his office, leaving him still breathless on the couch. She composed herself as she took the walk of shame through the kitchen. Actually there was no shame in her game because Damien was the owner, not a broke-pocket waiter. The cooks stared with smile on their faces, knowing she had sampled the main course.

  Chapter 7

  Keisha raised her wrist, checking the time on her Gucci watch. It was 3:55. Her session with Damien had lasted over an hour. She swiftly made her way out the side exit, not wanting to deal with Tina just in case she was still waiting inside.

  “Hell no!” Keisha bellowed, seeing the word BITCH stretched across her car in bold letters. She knew exactly who did it and she was going to deal with Tina. “I can’t believe this jealous bitch did this to my car.”

  She pressed the send on her phone and redialed the last number that had called her. But Tina didn’t answer; her call was forwarded to voicemail. “If you see me on the street, run, because I’m running your ass over.”

  Keisha sped off in a hurry to get to Tina’s house. She went through a few yellow lights and ignored a few NO TURN ON RED signs. She made it to Tina’s apartment but she didn’t see her car in the driveway. She put her car in park and got out like a madwoman, leaving her door open. She ran up the stairs to apartment 119 and pounded the door like she was beating a drum.

  “I know you are in there! Open the door before I kick it in. You think if you park around the block I wouldn’t see your car?” Keisha didn’t actually see Tina’s car but she was hoping that would get her attention. “Your windows will be in pieces, bitch!”

  Keisha ran down the stairs and hid herself at the side of the building. Tina came storming out of the apartment, and Keisha grabbed her and began pounding into her body as if her arms were a sledgehammer trying to break bricks.

  “Get off me! Tina hollered. Keisha was still pounding her into the ground. This wasn’t the projects so nobody was forming a circle around them. There was no cheering them on. No one even came outside to enjoy the wrestling match.

  Keisha was in a rage. She felt two strong arms hoisting her off Tina. “Get the fuck off me!” She turned and faced two police officers, with the big, stocky officer still holding her arm.

  “I should lock you both up for disturbing the peace!” He freed Keisha’s arm.

  “You should lock her up for destroying my car.”

  The officer looked at Tina.

  “If anybody should be pressing charges it’s me,” Tina stated in her defense.

  “You keyed my damn car, bitch!”

  “Do either one of you want to press charges?”

  “I do want to press charges. She destroyed my car.”

  The officer looked at Keisha. “She could also press charges for assault and battery. So, again, do either of you want to press charges?” They both remained quiet. “I didn’t think so,” the officer said.

  Keisha waked off to her car and Tina climbed the stairs to her apartment. The officers watched Keisha until she was in her car. Keisha started her car and buckled her seat belt and drove off slowly. She had avoided going to jail and she was going to avoid a speeding ticket.

  She got to her house just in time to see the UPS driver walking back to the truck. She honked on her horn and got his attention. She’d lost track of the time. She was expecting a delivery at 4:30 p.m. She signed and retrieved her package. She was excited like a kid in a candy store. She ripped the box open and gold high-heel pumps presented themselves. She screamed in excitement as she took them out of the box. Her gold Jimmy Choos would complement her dress tonight. She placed her feet in her heels and they were a perfect fit.

  Mark stood at the car door because she unknowingly left the door open. She saw the reflection and thought it was Nikki. “Aren’t you jealous?” She kept her eyes down on her feet.

  “I’m definitely not,” the person stated in a deep voice.

  She raised her head, startled to see Mark standing there, but, nevertheless, she modeled her shoes and Mark clapped in approval. Keisha led him in to the living room just like she did the first day he came to fix the cable. She sat on the couch and seductively crossing her legs.

  “Is Nikki home? Can you tell her I’m here?”

  His question and request went unanswered. “I met your twin today. I wonder if you guys have everything in common.” Keisha went to sit next to him.

  Mark instantly got up when Keisha came over and sat next to him. “What are you doing? You know I’m trying to be with Nikki. Is she here?”

  Keisha walked over to him. “Are you scared? Don’t tell me you have no self control.”

  Mark proceeded to the door. “Tell Nikki I brought lunch but she wasn’t home.”

  Keisha took a hold of his shirt and pulled him back. “Calm down. I was just testing you. Sit. You don’t want me to tell Nikki how rude you were to her roommate.” Mark returned to take a seat on the couch. “Good boy. I’ll bring this food to the kitchen. I’ll be right back.”

  She walked to the kitchen and tossed the food on the table. She took down two wine glasses and filled them with red wine and walked back to the living room.

  “I just spoke to Nikki; she is on her way. I always have a drink around this time so I figure you should have one to loosen you up. You seem a little tense. I won’t bite.” She handed the glass to him and sat next to him. Mark moved up from her. He took a big gulp from his glass and some spilled on his shirt. He got up and tried brushing it off.

  “Oh my, you stained your shit.” She took the glass from him and placed it on the coffee table. She returned her attention to his shirt. “Let me get the stain out for you.”

  He backed away from her. “It’s okay. This was an old shirt. Don’t worry about it.”

  Keisha was persistent. “I have a stain remover that does a good job. Tru
st me.” She unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time, revealing his six pack. She was fascinated. Mark released the shirt from his back into her hand.

  “You bitch!” Nikki yelled.

  “I can explain.” Mark stumbled on his words. Keisha had a big smile on her face. She turned her face, trying to hide her laugh. “I spilled and she—”

  “Get the hell out!”

  “Please let me explain,” Mark begged.

  “Leave!”

  Mark hurriedly put his shirt on and embarrassingly escorted himself to the door.

  “Before you start to pass judgments and act like a madwoman, let me clear up what just happened,” Keisha brought herself to say.

  “He’s interested in me and not you so you throw yourself at him. Is that it?”

  Keisha gave her a “bitch, please” look and took up both glass and headed to the kitchen, but Nikki was right behind her. “He’s a cable guy. My aim is much higher. He’s more your speed so let me nip this in the bud before your ass ends up homeless tonight. He brought you some lunch. I offered him a drink of wine. He spilled it on his shirt. I told him to take his shirt off so I could get the stain out and that’s when you walked in. The man is innocent, Nikki.”

  Why am I tripping? I seriously don’t think that Mark is Keisha’s type even though she’s a bitch. I will give her the benefit of a doubt. But why the hell am I acting jealous anyway? I’m not even dating this man. “What am I doing? I’m sorry for blowing up at you like that. I don’t know what came over me.”

  “All is forgiven. That is to be expected from a woman who is falling in love.”

  “Who said anything about love?”

  “You don’t have to. It’s written all over your face.” Keisha pointed her finger at Nikki. “It says, ‘love, love, love, and crazy love.’”

  Nikki untied the bag with her lunch, revealing a chicken salad. She smiled because that’s what she had ordered at the diner when she made a fool of herself the same way she just did.

  Keisha walked away, still wearing her Jimmy Choos. They had arrived just in time for her to wear to the club tonight. This would be her second attempt to reel Bling in. Regardless if he was married she would do whatever she had to for him to sign to her uncle’s label; besides, her $5,000 cash was worth it.

  The doorbell chimed and she placed her shoes back in the box. Who could this be? The doorbell rang nonstop as if she had someone’s husband in her condo. Maybe that’s Martin wife coming for the keys to the new car he bought me.

  Keisha reminisced on Martin being her sex slave. It was never boring with Martin. He liked to role play and he would always like to be treated like an animal. He liked to be tied up like a dog and told what to do. One of his specialties was to have Keisha take off her panties and toss them across the room. He would get down on all fours and crawled across the room, sniffing her panties, then pick them up with his teeth and carry them back to her. He would roll over on his back with his feet in the air when it was time for a treat. She would get down on all fours and he would crawl up behind her, then enjoyed her body like a doggie biscuit.

  She lazily walked to the door, uninterested in another confrontation with another bitter wife, but she wouldn’t hesitate to put a fist to her face. She opened the door and regretted not looking through the peephole first. Johnny stood there with a bunch of roses. She wanted to close the door but it was too late.

  Johnny was a Jamaican guy from her old neighborhood who she dated when they were teenagers. He was persistent and presumptuous and also demanding. Johnny wanted to pick up where they left off from in their teenage years but she now enjoyed the fast life and had no intention of falling in love again or anytime soon. She made the biggest mistake when she ran into Johnny and invited him to her condo to chitchat, trying to find out how deep his pocket was. She found out that his wife ran off with his friend and emptied his bank account, leaving him penniless. Ever since that day he popped up whenever he felt like. He had no fashion sense, as if his wife took that, too. Keisha found ways to use him to her advantage. She turned him into her errand boy. He was always trying to impress her, but poor Johnny—emphasis on the word poor—he didn’t stand a chance. Johnny was like a song you hated but when it came on you listened to it because you weren’t close enough to the player to skip it. He liked to talk a lot about everything and anything. To someone who didn’t know him, they would think he lived a great life once upon a time. Every other day it was a different story why he was broke. His most famous one of all was that he was one of the people who got caught in the Bernie Madoff scheme.

  “I was just on my way out to run some errands.” Keisha politely took the roses from Johnny.

  “I’ll take you wherever your heart desires.”

  She wouldn’t be caught dead in that old, beat-up car. “No, thank you. Today is a busy day for me but thanks for the flowers. I’ll put these in some water before they wither.” She walked away from the door. She couldn’t cope with his stories today.

  She entered the kitchen and tossed the roses on the table. She opened the cabinet and reached up to get a crystal vase that she had previously gotten from Johnny. Johnny crept up behind her, grabbing her around the waist. The vase fell out of her hand, hitting the floor and smashing into little pieces, just like her disheveled life.

  “You almost gave me a heart attack!”

  “That’s not what I want to attack.”

  “If it weren’t for your cheap cologne, I wouldn’t know it was you. You are definitely wearing out your welcome.”

  Johnny wore a big smile on his face as he picked up the pieces of broken glass from the floor. She handed him the broom, disgusted by Johnny’s presence. She took the roses and tossed them into the trash.

  “I brought you roses and you throw them into the garbage!” Johnny spoke with rage in his voice.

  “Would you rather I toss you in there instead?”

  “When are you going to give me the chance to treat you like a lady so you can have my babies?” he pled desperately.

  She had a sickened look on her face as she thought, I really need to put Johnny in his place. He is my errand boy, my go-fetch boy. He walks into my house as if he is somebody. I’ll knock him back to wherever the hell he came from if he don’t leave me alone. Picture me having his babies, some filthy rug rats. The thought makes me want to puke.

  “You need to leave my apartment right now because your cheap cologne is stinking up the room. Not to mention you have no money and it’s making me nauseous. Don’t you have anything else to do with your time? Time is like money; go spend it wisely.”

  He released the broom from his hand and it fell to the floor. He walked out of the kitchen with his feelings hurt. He got to the front door and Nikki was there with her keys in her hand. Johnny pushed past her, almost knocking her down.

  “What a joke. Before I marry a man without any money I’ll commit myself to the psycho ward.” Keisha swept the broken pieces of glass into the dust pan. “Right now this devil needs to wear Prada and he certainly can’t afford it.”

  Keisha was all about money and vanity. Nothing else mattered to her. Her motto for life was like the 50 Cent album Get Rich or Die Tryin’, but the only difference was she didn’t want to work for it. Her beauty was a blessing from God and she insisted to use it to her advantage.

  Chapter 8

  “I’m making a run to the store. Do you want me to pick you up anything?” Nikki asked, standing by Keisha’s door.

  “Yes. Pick me up some apples. You know, the dark red ones.”

  “I think the proper name is Red Delicious.”

  “I’ll call it whatever the hell I want to call it.” Nikki removed herself while Keisha was still yapping. “You always have to correct someone like you are so proper. Bitch, you are a damn improper fraction.”

  Nikki descended the steps. She would hardly waste her time fighting with Keisha. She knew Keisha had problems and issues that ran deep. All that acting tough was just a cover-up
for her insecurities and to hide her fears. She was going to ask if she could use her car but she realized it wasn’t a good idea, because she had just gotten her upset; and, besides, for every good deed Keisha did she would always need a bigger favor in return.

  Nikki decided to walk the ten blocks to the grocery store. That was a bad idea. The white cotton leggings were baking her legs. Not to mention all the unwanted attention and compliments about her ass. The pink tank top clung to her breasts, defining her shape. She didn’t have to worry about her feet hurting because her white Polo sneakers were comfortable.

  The temperature seemed as if it had dropped because a sudden breeze rid her body of the perspiration that was forming on her nose. After five blocks Nikki felt as if she had been walking for days. She made a detour, walking another five blocks to the park to clear her head instead of to the grocery store.

  She was out of breath when she finally made it to the park. She sat on a bench at the entrance and viewed the beauty of Mother Nature. It was still too hot outside for her liking but she was enjoying the beautiful scenery. The ocean spread wide in front of her with waves crashing against the sand. She wouldn’t dare take a swim but from a distance the water looked inviting. If you looked out in the distance you could see waterfront houses, mansions you’d dream of one day living in with your husband and kids. The thought of Mark danced across her mind more often than she would have liked to admit.

  She shook her head, trying to dismiss the thought. She got up, and started walking closer to the beach. In the distance she saw the silhouette of a shirtless man running in her direction. She was anxious to get closer because a better view of this perfectly shaped body would definitely get her mind off Mark. As she got closer she could see a six pack. The man wore sunglasses and a baseball cap so it was hard to recognize his face. Sweat ran down his chiseled, hairless chest. Mark was no longer on her mind. She replaced any thought she had about Mark with this picture-perfect man she now would fantasize about.