“Come on, Tangie, you should know that you can talk to me. I’m not going to get mad, nor will I run my mouth. So what’s on your mind?”
I didn’t really give a shit if he were to go back and tell her what I’d said. I just needed him to think that I was fishing for his trust, and he fell for it.
“I just don’t understand what you’re doing with her. She’s a hot mess. Then I look at you, and you’re a smart guy with class. I just don’t get how you can put up with someone so ghetto.”
It looked like my statement had thrown him into deep thought.
Finally, he said, “You know how things get. A man goes to hit once but gets stuck there. Plus, she’s really a down-ass female. All I need her to do is learn to leave that hood shit behind.”
I reached over and put my hand on his knee. “So what’s going to happen if she can’t leave it behind? I’m sure that the hood is all that she knows, well, besides what you have shown her. What I am trying to say is that some people just don’t know how to evolve. Look at me. Do you think that shit has always been peachy for me? Hell no, but I knew that there was something else out there. I wanted more for myself and knew that I had to change and become a better person so that I could obtain everything that I wanted. The person has to be willing to change, because you can’t make a horse drink if it’s not thirsty, Black.”
Shit, I had his ass going. I had even put a concerned face on to make my words more believable.
I went on. “What are you going to do when she acts out or flips out in front of some important people that might be able to make or break your career? You’re not on the corner anymore, Black, and you have to stop thinking like you are. Don’t let one person, male or female, fuck up what you are working so hard to get. Are you really willing to risk it all over some ghetto broad?”
Poor thing. He didn’t know what hit him. He was stuck and didn’t know what to say, so I just waited until he came up with an answer.
“Tangie, to tell you the truth, I think about everything that you just said all the time. But it seems like every time I’m about to cut her off, I stop myself. I just don’t want to be one of them niggas that make it big, then drop the girl who stood by them when they were working to get there.”
This dude was too soft.
“Yeah, I understand what you’re saying, but I just want you to think of yourself too. Yeah, she’s been down with you, but from what I heard, you were always paid. It’s not like you were some little corner boy. You were moving big shit. All I’m trying to say is, don’t let her fuck your game up. I don’t care if it’s the corner game or the rap game. She may not always be there when the dough stops coming in.”
After I said that, we just sat in silence and smoked. I let the silence go on so that my words could echo in his head. Nothing made you think more than silence and weed.
“What do you think I should do, Tangie?”
“Come on, Black. I’m not in your relationship. I can’t tell you what to do. I just want to make sure that you understand your position in life right now. You can either run with what you have and make it to the top, or you can stay where you are and lose it all. I’m not telling you to do anything right now without thinking about it. Just watch her. See how she acts when she’s around your fans, your label people, or anyone else that has something to do with the music biz. That will tell you all that you need to know.”
I took my last big drag off my blunt and blew the smoke in his face.
I continued. “Just make sure that the smoke has cleared and that you’re not being blinded by what used to be. Get your head out of them clouds and watch over your shit. Sit back, think about it, and then make a decision. Either you’re going to make the wrong one and fuck your life up or you’ll make the right one and move on to bigger and better things.”
That was all I had to say. My seeds had once again been planted.
Chapter 8
Thanks For The Dick,
But Pussy Has Nothing
To Do With You
Yeah, shit is about to hit the fan. I am setting her ass up good, and she doesn’t even know it. Even today, when I think about it, I still laugh. It seems like everyone around me is so gullible. They all just make things too easy.
At the show, I played nice. I hung with Shamika and acted like I was a good friend, and she seemed to be falling for it. We laughed at the groupies and danced to our favorite songs. I even got her to open up and talk about herself. She told me that she was raised in the South but went to New York because she had heard that there were some big-time ballers there. She said that she wanted to get one in any way, shape, or form. She told me that if she had stayed in Miami, she would have ended up having kids for the thugs she sexed and would probably have ended up on welfare, like most of her friends. I could tell that she was about to tell me something else, but she stopped herself. I didn’t even ask her what she was about to say. I knew that I would get it out of her some other time.
Next onstage was this girl named Amira. I was told that her name meant princess in Arabic, and I must say that she reminded me of one. She was the hottest thing to hit the R& B charts. She was tall and thick in all the right places. And her voice was heaven sent. Word on the tour was that she was gay, but no one seemed to mind. She was onstage, singing, as Black rapped his featured part.
“That bitch is getting a little too close to my man,” Shamika said right on key.
I had been waiting for her to notice how close Amira and Black were onstage.
“Girl, they are just putting on a show for the crowd. Plus, I heard she likes girls,” I said with a smile.
“Yeah, well, I heard that she also likes men,” Shamika answered as she watched Amira and her boyfriend closely.
“Do you think that I should try to get the dirt on her?” I asked as Shamika turned to me.
“Hell, yeah, you should get the dirt. I don’t ever pass up on dirt.”
“Okay, well, I’m going to wait for her to finish her set. Then I’ll go and talk to her. You stay out here.”
She shook her head okay, and we waited.
Amira came backstage after doing four songs and walked by us with a smile. I smiled back, and Shamika just shook her head, as if to say, “What’s up?” As I watched Amira walk away, I noticed that she was the only one there who could match my beauty. As soon as she closed her dressing-room door, Shamika was pushing me toward it. I tried to get my thoughts together as I knocked on her door, but before I could even get my mind right, she opened it, with a towel in her hand.
She smiled once she noticed it was me and told me to come in. Once I was in her dressing room, she closed the door and leaned against it. I turned around and faced her, and then I extended my hand to her.
“Hi. I’m Tangie.” We said my name in perfect harmony. I gave her a funny look, because we had never been introduced, yet she knew my name.
“Tay’von is always talking about you, so when you came the first night, he pointed you out to me,” she explained.
I couldn’t speak; all I could do was smile.
“Would you like something to drink?” she asked me.
I said yes, but she didn’t move. She took her time to look me over as I watched her watching me.
She licked her lips, then said, “Nice dress.” She moved from the door and got my drink.
Her commenting on my dress made me look at her clothes. Her style was a little street, like that of the old Alicia Keys, but there was still something really feminine about it, and it suited her. Anyone looking at her could tell that the style was hers and wasn’t some record label’s doing.
“Are you going to take the drink out of my hand, or do you want me to hold it up to your lips for you too?” she asked, only half joking.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” I took the cup from her and sipped it slowly.
“I bet I do,” she mumbled, but I didn’t think that I heard her right.
“What was that?” I asked her, but she just smi
led and didn’t repeat herself.
Again, she looked me over, then settled her eyes on mine. I was sure that I was blushing by then, because I could feel the heat in my cheeks. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. When I thought back to the time spent in Tay’s trailer, I didn’t remember it being so intense. Even my hands were clamming up, and I didn’t get like that over anyone. When I came back from my thoughts, it seemed like she was standing even closer to me.
“So, what’s up, Tangie?”
I took another sip of my drink before I answered. “Um, I just came in to tell you that I really enjoyed your performance tonight. I never really took the time to watch you before, and you were pretty good.”
She reached her hand out to me, and I thought that she was going to touch me.
“I’ll take that for you,” she said as she took the cup from me. “Would you like some more?”
I shook my head no, and she sat down before continuing the conversation.
“Well, Tangie, it is very flattering that you came in here to tell me that you liked my performance. I saw you and that other girl standing backstage. That’s Black’s girlfriend, right?”
We both smiled at each other.
“Yeah, that’s her. Her name is Shamika.”
She gave me a look like “Who cares?” and I just continued to stand there like a dummy.
“Well, I’m happy that we had this little chat. Like I said before, I have seen you prancing around here in your fly shit, making sure that everyone knows that Tay is with you. Hell, I’ve even seen you give out them evil-ass looks of yours. I have been waiting for a chance to talk to you, but you know how things can get around here. Anyways, I’m sorry that I have to cut this short, but unless you plan on joining me, I must ask you to leave.”
I could feel her eyes burning through my body. She looked like she wanted me to say that I would join her in whatever it was that she was about to do, but I knew better than to do that.
“Oh, I’m so . . . I’ll leave. I don’t want to hold you up.”
I started for the door. She jumped up and was right behind me when I turned around. My chest was damn near touching hers, and I could even feel her breath.
“I’m just about to jump in the shower. You don’t have to run off,” she told me.
If I didn’t get out of that room, I was going to suffocate.
“Um, it’s okay. I’ll give you your personal time to do whatever you need to do.”
I tried to open the door, but she held the doorknob.
“You really don’t have to leave, but since you’re insisting that you do, I’ll see you around. I hope you drop by again.”
She let the doorknob go, and I turned to leave. I could feel her body rub against my ass as I walked past her.
“Are you going to the next city?” she asked once I was out the door.
“Yeah, I’ll be there.”
“That sounds real good,” she said as she closed her door.
Thank God Shamika wasn’t out there waiting for me. I had to go and get myself together while Tay closed the show.
* * *
There I was on a jet again, wishing that we could take a bus or drive. Shit, we were only going to Philly. I just thanked God that we were almost there. That time around the whole gang was on board. Shamika had been after me for the lowdown on what went down in Amira’s dressing room, but I didn’t even know myself. I had never in my life felt that way, especially about a woman. I couldn’t even get my thoughts together, and Amira had been on my mind ever since.
Her sitting across from me now wasn’t helping. She kept sneaking these looks at me, and—I couldn’t lie—I was doing the same. I just couldn’t figure her out. It was like she possessed some kind of mystery. It was driving me crazy, because I had never thought about being with another woman, but I had these crazy thoughts going through my mind. I didn’t know. Maybe I was just overthinking things.
“You better watch out. She keeps giving you those gay looks, like she wants you or something. You know how them dykes get down,” Shamika said, trying to whisper but failing miserably.
I wanted to ask her if she was jealous, but I just brushed off her ignorance.
“Girl, you’re tripping. She’s not doing anything.” I paused. “Besides, what are gay looks?” I asked, not really wanting an answer.
She just quietly laughed and shook her head, thinking that I was the dumbest bitch on the aircraft that day.
* * *
We landed in Philly and were driven to the Four Seasons Hotel. Tay and I made our way to the presidential suite, while the opening acts headed to their eighth-floor royal suite. All the bodyguards stay in the superior suites since they didn’t need much room. The bellboys brought all our bags up, and I headed to the bathroom to freshen up. All that thinking about Amira had made me realize that Tay had not touched me since that night he fucked me up. He hadn’t even looked at me with that hunger for sex that I usually saw in his eyes. I wondered what was up with that. I came out of the bathroom and found Tay fixing a drink.
“Hey, baby, the last thing I want to do right now is to be in a hotel room, so I’m gonna go down to the Swann Lounge and have my drink down there,” I announced.
“Well, I’m good up here. I’ll have my drink, then rest before the sound check.”
Damn. He didn’t even ask me to stay with him. What in the hell was going on? I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around him.
“Well, you do know that I could stay up here and not get any rest with you.”
He smiled and put his drink down. He swung his arms around my waist, then let his hands slide down to my ass. He kissed me passionately, then pulled away.
“It’s okay baby. You go ahead. I really need to get some rest before the show.”
I gave him a “What the fuck?” look, stepped away from him, and picked up my purse. I stormed out the door to the sound of him calling my name, but I didn’t even look back. I made one stop before going to the lounge, and that was at Carl’s room.
I knocked on his door and waited until he opened it, without a shirt on. Shock was written all over his face once he saw me.
“Hey, Tangie. Do you need something?”
I pushed right past him and walked into his room. He closed the door slowly, as if an unsettling feeling had come over him. I didn’t say anything as I pulled off my skirt and leaned over his bed. My ass faced him, but he was still standing by the door. I couldn’t handle rejection for a second time in one day, so I was going to make sure I got what I wanted this time around.
“What are you doing, Tangie? Tay’von is in the hotel, and you take your chances and come down to my room like this?”
“Don’t you think that I know that, Carl? You know what I am doing here, and you know what I want, so come over here and give it to me.”
I pulled my thong to the side and watched him lick his lips. I knew that as soon as I let him see my pink pussy, he wouldn’t be able to resist me. I could tell that he was really trying to hold back, so I leaned a little more on the bed and spread my legs out even wider.
“Come on, baby. Come and give me the good shit that I know you have.”
I rubbed on my pussy and watched him walk over to me slowly.
“Do you like what you see?” I asked in a playful way. “Come and give me some of that big dick, baby. Just thinking about it has got my pussy dripping. Come and feel.”
I kept on talking shit and stayed in the same position, because I knew that he loved the way my ass looked when I was bent over. I also knew that if I threw in a little masturbation, he wouldn’t be able to say no. When he made his way over to me, he stood behind me and rubbed my ass. I looked back and caught him pulling down his sweatpants.
“Nigga, you know that you have to put your tongue in it first,” I said as I stood up straight.
He didn’t even think twice about it. He just shoved me back down to the same position I had been standing in and dropped to his knees. “Well, open the
fuck up, then,” he said.
I opened my legs, and he dived right in.
“Damn, Carl. Did Mommy leave you hungry?” I asked as he ate my pussy from the back like a pro.
I lifted my foot backward and pushed him away from me. I was ready for some meat, and he got the message. Carl stood up and walked back over to me. I looked back to see his big black dick coming at me. He took it and rubbed it up and down my wet pussy as we both let out moans of passion. It felt good, but I wanted him inside me.
“Stop teasing me and put it in.”
Yes, he had me begging, but he just continued to rub himself on me. “You want this dick? Well, ask me again.”
This dude had some balls. Who would ever think that he would have me begging him for dick?
“Come on, baby, stop playing. You know that you’re the only one who knows how to make me feel good. Come on, Carl, put it in.”
He put the head in, but I could tell that he was still playing games. I pushed my ass to him, which caused his dick to slide all the way inside me. Hearing him moan and feeling the grip that he had on my waist let me know that this was just as good to him as it was to me. I felt him spread my ass cheeks so that he could watch his work as I reached under and rubbed my clit. He fucked me long and slow, but I wanted it hard and fast. So I pushed myself into him at the speed that I wanted it. He held on to me for dear life as my legs started to shake.
“Oh, Carl, baby, I’m about to cum. Keep on going. Yeah, right there. Ahhh,” I yelled as Carl lifted my right leg up and gave me his all.
“Ahhh, I’m cumming, baby. Yeah, fuck me, Amira.”
Oh shit! What did I just say? I knew that he heard me, because I was always loud when cumming. But he kept going until he busted his nut, and that was when I noticed that he didn’t pull out of me when he released his load. I stood up and walked to the bathroom without even a look back at him.
Once I was in the bathroom and was done cleaning myself up, I didn’t want to come out. What in the fuck was going on inside my head that would have me screaming out Amira’s name? Yes, I had been thinking about her while Carl ate my pussy, but not while he dicked me down. That shit was really getting to me. Or should I say, Amira was getting to me. I knew what I had to do: make a quick exit. But as soon as I stepped out of the bathroom, I found Carl standing there, waiting for me. Damn. I had really thought that I was going to make it out without a comment from him. He even let me get my hand on the doorknob before he opened his big, fat mouth.
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