“Thank you. I got it at BeBe’s.”
“Well, those men better watch out. I don’t know if they can handle all of that.” Grinning wickedly, Angela stood.
“Whatever! With those hips of yours, I’ll barely be a blip on the radar.” She bumped her hips against Angela’s. Her sister was also dressed very sexy in a yellow and black mid-length dress that tied at the neck. She was working those legs.
“When are you going to ditch the glasses and get some contacts or Lasik?”
“Contacts maybe, Lasik…um, never.” Olivia wasn’t letting anyone put a laser to her eyes. Heck, she could barely see as it was. She was not about to risk being blind.
“So, are we rolling in your BMW?” Angela rubbed her hands together.
“Girl, there is nothing wrong with your car.”
“Yes, there is.”
“And what is that?” As far as she knew, Angela’s car never had an issue. It was only eight months old.
“About forty thousand,” she responded with a laugh.
“You got what you can afford. When you become this big time CSI person and have your own TV show, you’ll have an even nicer car than mine.”
She didn’t like when Angela brought up money because it reminded her of Patricia. Olivia busted her butt to get where she was now. When she was finally comfortable with her position at Peoples Insurance, she spent part of her savings on the car she’d always wanted despite Travis’s protests. Besides, Angela would get hers soon enough. Olivia was proud of her for continuing with her education. The state job Angela currently had wasn’t bad at all. She knew people who fought long and hard to get a government job.
“But for now, yours is fly. So, let’s go ride.” She snatched the keys out Olivia’s hand and ran to the garage.
Yep, go ahead and drive, and you can drive home too. I’m going to get my buzz on.
Chapter Nine
The club was packed wall-to-wall. It was one of the radio personality’s birthday, and they were throwing a big bash. VIP was the only area with sitting room, and Olivia was willing to pay extra to have a seat.
“What can I get you ladies?” the waitress asked after they were led to their table.
“Vodka and Cherry Pucker for me, please.” She’d seen the drink online and wanted to try it.
“I’ll have the same. Wow, you really are coming out your shell. What happened to the wine coolers?”
“Nothing, I still drink them, but we are in VIP, baby. It’s time to party!” She bobbed to the music.
After they emptied their glasses, they made their way to the dance floor. Olivia couldn’t do all of the latest dances, but she had rhythm. A young man got behind her and began putting the moves on her. Olivia turned her back to him and shook her booty while rolling her hips. It felt like she was twenty-one again. She soon realized she wasn’t. By the third song, she had to go sit her tired legs down. Getting Angela’s attention, she pointed at VIP and walked off the dance floor.
The security guard stopped Olivia. “Miss, is he with you?” He crossed his arms and glared down at her as he blocked the entrance to the VIP area.
“Who?” She looked over her shoulder.
The young buck had followed her. Was he crazy?
“No,” she answered, and he granted her access.
Young buck, trying to follow suit, was halted by the sercurity’s massive frame blocking the entrance again.
Sorry, Boo. It was just a dance. I’m not hanging out with you all night.
Olivia went back to their reserved table and ordered another round. Angela would be ready for another drink when she returned. When the waitress walked away, she checked out the VIP area a little more. There was definitely some money up in there. She could tell by all the groupies hanging around the men. Some of the men had three or four girls fighting for their attention at the same time.
“Excuse me, miss,” the waitress said, bringing back her order. “That man in the corner paid for your drinks. He’d like for you to join him.”
Olivia looked in his direction. The man and his friends were surrounded with females, so she held up her glass to show appreciation and stayed put.
“Tell him thanks, but he already has enough company.”
“You sure, honey? He’s sitting with the football players.” She looked at Olivia as if she were crazy.
“I’m sure.” I’m sure as hell not about to be anyone’s groupie.
The waitress walked over and told him something. Whatever it was had him coming in Olivia’s direction.
Oh, shoot. She looked around, ready to make a run for it. It was too late. He took a seat in the empty chair next to her.
“How do you know that seat isn’t for my man?” she said.
“Because I noticed you the moment you walked in. My name’s James, by the way.” He held out his hand for her to shake.
She did. “It’s nice to meet you, James. I’m Olivia.”
And he is fine. She took her time taking in his dark skin, close cut and well trimmed mustach.
“Olivia, nice. You look very beautiful tonight.”
She blushed. “Thank you.”
His brown eyes were on her.
Why was he staring at me like that? After being with Travis so long, she’d forgotten what it was like to have a compliment from a man.
“You have beautiful eyes. I almost couldn’t tell how light they were behind those glasses, which I think are cute.”
“Thank you again. Aren’t some of your fellow football players going to miss your presence?” This fine man needs to stop flirting and get away from me. The cold nights of sleeping alone were getting to her and a sexy man would be the perfect bed warmer.
“Yeah, right. You see all the company they have? It’ll be two days before they notice I’m gone. By the way, I am not a player.”
James could have fooled her. He looked like he weighed about two hundred-twenty pounds of solid muscle. His chest was huge, and he was built like a running back.
“Not a player? What are you, just one of their buddies?”
He smile and showed a dimple in his left cheek. “Yes and no. I used to play in college, but I knew I was not going to get drafted. I focused on my studies. I’m a sports agent.”
“Impressive.” She nodded.
“Not as impressive as being a player. But I like it.”
They chit-chatted a while before Angela made her way to the table. She took one look at James and was all smiles. Angela grabbed her drink and headed back to the dance floor. A few songs later, the DJ put on a slow song.
“Can I have this dance?” He held out his hand.
“Sure.” It’ll be nice to be held again.
James held her hand and led her to the dance floor. Pulling her into his chest, he put a hand on the small of her back. She took a deep breath and exhaled. It felt good being in his arms. The sweet scent of his cologne was intoxicating. Olivia could feel his heartbeat next against her face. He was so tall that her head rested comfortably on it. Surprisingly, his muscles weren’t as hard as she thought they would be.
“Olivia, what the hell do you think you are doing?”
She opened her eyes to see Travis glaring at her. He had a chick on his arm. Her blond weave fell in waves past her shoulders and her tight fitted mini dress begged to have extra material added to the hemline.
“Is there a problem?” James asked.
“Yeah, him,” she said, trying to continue her dance.
“Hey, man, that’s my wife you’re dancing all close up on,” Travis said, trying to size James up. Travis worked out, but James still had about twenty-five pounds on him.
“Look, man, it was just a dance,” James said calmly, putting space between Olivia and him.
She glared at Travis. “James, forget him. I put his cheating ass out weeks ago. He has someone with him now, so I don’t know why he’s worried about me.” She turned her back to Travis, hoping he’d go away.
“Yeah, we’re working on a
few issues.” Travis grabbed her arm and spun her around. “When the hell you start dressing like that?”
“When I decided to get on with my life.” Olivia was fed up. He had the audacity to come up in there and try to embarrass her. The girl was probably the chick he cheated on her with. Travis was all on her case, and the girl was a dummy to stand there. “Excuse me, James.”
Olivia left them and walked off in search of Angela. She was in the back of the club, flirting with a guy and hadn’t seen a thing. The cheater was still on her heels when she walked up to her sister.
“What’s up?” Angela said. “Oh, I see. Travis, what do you want?”
“Mind your business. This is between me and my wife.”
“Your wife? She put your sorry ass out.” Angela said loudly.
Olivia didn’t want to be in the middle of a fight in a club. She headed outside, with Travis following closely behind.
“What’s your problem? And who the hell said it was okay for you to wear that outfit?” he demanded.
“You! You did not want me when you had me. So why are you bugging me?” She crossed her arms and faced him.
“I did want you. You’re just hard-headed.”
“No, you want someone to do as you say. Those days are over.” She debated walking away, but her feet hurt.
The girl ran up to Travis, pulling him by the arm. “Travis, I thought you said it was finally over with you two. We’re going to be together, remember?”
“Yeah, Travis! What about that?” Olivia said through gritted teeth. Like she thought, he’d been messing with her all along. She knew it wasn’t a one-time thing.
He whispered something to the woman, but she wasn’t going for it. She tried pulling him away and he pushed her off.
“Stop. I’m trying to talk to my wife.”
“You said she didn’t not know how to make a man feel good. That’s why you are with me.” She looked Olivia up and down and smirked. “Who wears glasses to a club anyway? They did invent contacts decades ago.”
Was this heifa making jabs at me? Oh, it is on!
“You better get ya girl, Travis, before I knock her out.”
She jumped in Olivia’s face. “Knock me out, bit—ouch!”
Before she got ‘bitch’ off the tip of her tongue, Olivia slapped the taste out of her mouth.
Travis jumped in between them. “See, this is why I don’t want you. You don’t know how to act like a lady. We’re in public, and you’re slapping people.”
Is he serious? He came up to me, ruining my evening, with his little Chihuahua nipping at his heels. Then, she called me a bitch! He needed to quit playing. I haven’t been in a fight in over ten years and the last chick deserved it too. She had uttered those very same fighting words.
“Go to hell.” Olivia swung around Travis, trying to hit the girl again.
Angela had made her way out the club and ran over. Travis opened his mouth, and then closed it. He knew she had no problem fighting a man. She had yet to lose a fight.
“Come on,” he said to his little doggie and dragged her off in the opposite direction.
“Asshole!” Angela shouted after them.
“Let’s get out of here.” Olivia walked off to the parking garage.
As they rode home, Angela rehashed how she would’ve beat up Travis and his girl. She had Olivia in tears from laughing. Her sister was shocked that she’d slapped the girl. Other than Travis showing up, Olivia did have a good time. When they pulled up at the house, Angela got in her car and headed on her way.
Olivia was still wired long after Angela left and decided to go ahead and start her new job. She stripped down to her sexy underwear and went to the site. One of the first things it asked her to do was make up a screen name. A pseudonym had slipped her mind.
What was it that Mercedes called me earlier? Vixen. Sounds good to me.
She typed in her new name: Vixen69.
The computer asked if she wanted to start free chat. She clicked the button. Her newly purchased webcam turned on. Mercedes advised her not to use the one installed in her PC. It didn’t allow for movement and couldn’t zoom in very well. Plus, it had poor resolution.
Olivia could see herself crystal clear on the screen. She sat there a few seconds before realizing something was missing—music. Opening up a new window, she turned on a music player. Within moments, people starting coming in the chat room. First, it was one or two. Then, all of sudden, the whole room was packed. Mercedes was right; the men loved to see the new girls.
Hey, pretty lady
Hello,she sent back.
Where are you from?
Miami.
She had lied. As a safety precaution she didn’t want anyone to know what city she lived in.
Show ass, baby, someone using black font said. The models instruction manual stated the ones with the black font didn’t have credits.
Have a little class, someone with green font typed.
Green meant money.
She sent him a smiley face.
Share the room, someone else said.
No.
“Incoming private show,” the computer said.
The chat room cleared out. She and green font were alone. A few seconds later, she heard a cha-ching. Two other people had voyeured in. From what she understood, the voyeurs could only watch the show and couldn’t interact.
Show me what you got, pretty lady.
Okay.
No, don’t type, speak out loud. I can hear you. You have a nice voice.
She’d forgotten if the computer had speakers, it would pick up sound but it was only one way.
“Well, baby,” she said, “this is all for you.” She removed her top, freeing her ample breasts, and began rubbing them.
Nice.
“You want to suck on them?” she asked, moving closer to the monitor and pushing a button to zoom in.
Ooh, yes, baby. Let my suck on those juicy things.
She gave him a close up view for a few moments and then zoomed out. She slid her hand down her thong, fingering her pearl.
Yes, baby, get it wet!
“You want to see how wet it is?” Olivia was really getting into it. She pulled out her hand to show him the moisture.
I want to taste it.
“I have something better.” She slid down her thong and opened her legs, while zooming in. “Now eat up.”
His cam popped up. Cam-to-cam was extra. She could see his face pretending to eat her out. Slurping sounds came over the speakers. Fighting to maintain her composure, she held back her laughter.
You wanna see it?
“Yes, baby, show me that big cock,” she said, playing along. Her voice sounded like she was in a low-budget porn movie.
He pulled out his extra hairy, medium-size pink pecker and commenced to stroking away. His groin was so hairy he needed a lawn mower to trim it down.
“Yeah, that’s it stroke it for me, baby. Put it up in me.” She lay backward and rocked her body toward the camera.
He stroked faster.
“Yes, baby, yes!” She exaggerated her moans and groans as if he was really giving it to her.
A white liquid flew out toward the screen, and the session ended.
Chapter Ten
Her cell phone ringing woke her up the next day. It was nine o’clock in the morning, which would not have been so bad had she not stayed up to five on the internet.
“Hello,” she said in a raspy voice.
“Olivia, hi. This is James. You know, from the club.”
How the hell did you get my number?
“Yes, I remember.”
“Now don’t be mad. I got your number from your sister. I just wanted to make sure everything’s okay. She told me you and that guy had gone your separated ways. She also said that he was a jerk, which by the way he acted, I agree.” His voice was even sexier on the phone.
“I won’t be too hard on her.” She stifled a yawn. “I am okay, but I was still sleeping.�
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“Oh, I’m sorry. I really wanted to know if you wanted to do lunch today.”
“No, today is really not good for me. Actually, I am not ready to start dating just yet.”
“Don’t look at it as a date. It’s just two friends hanging out.”
With your body and those looks, you could never be just my friend. He seemed nice enough, but she still wasn’t ready.
“Sorry, I have to pass.”
“I’m very sorry to hear that. I tell you what. You have my number now. Call me if you ever want to just talk.”
Talk, ha! If you only knew about all those men I helped get off last night. I pretended they were you. I was cumming for you.
“Okay. I’ll store your number in my phone.” She hung up.
She was tired. Olivia rolled back over in her satin sheets and fell back to sleep. She ended up having six private shows and was in the nude chat room for over an hour. The time had flown by. She had to force herself to get offline. One thing with the internet—time zones weren’t a factor.
Hours later, she awoke from a dreamless sleep. Her stomach growled. Olivia headed down to the kitchen, looking for a cure. In the refrigerator she found it—bacon, eggs, grits, and toast. When she was finished, her stomach thanked her by releasing a burp. She took a shower, got dressed to do some grocery shopping, and checked the mail. She almost did a back flip. Olivia had just met with her lawyer on Monday, and there she was, looking at divorce papers. All she had to do was get Travis sign them so they could be filed.
She decided to get it out the way and call him.
“What, Olivia?” Travis answered with a serious attitude.
“Hey, we need to talk,” she said, using her professional voice, the one usually reserved for work.
“What about now?” He said it like she called him on a regular basis or something.
“This needs to be face to face. Do you have time today?”
“Not really, but I will make time,” he said.
She had no doubt Travis was still laid up with the piece of trash from the club. So-called proud mistresses irritated her.
Olivia paced the house, making laps from the living room, kitchen, and den as she spoke. “How about in an hour?”
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