The Art of Deceit

by Fabiola Joseph

  “Amira, huh?” he said before laughing in a gloomy tone. “What, is she on your list to be bitten next?”

  I looked him up and down and said, “Thanks for the dick, but pussy has nothing to do with you.”

  I opened the door to walk out and found Tay’von on the other side of it.

  “I thought that you were going down to the lounge to get a drink?” Tay asked.

  “And I thought that you were having your drink upstairs, then going to sleep?” I asked him back.

  We just stood there looking at each other, trying to see who would break first, and I’d be damned if it was going to be me.

  “Well, it looks like our thoughts aren’t worth shit,” I said as I pushed him out of my way. I made my way down to the lounge. Boy, did I really need a drink after that encounter.

  A year later, Carl would tell me about the conversation between himself and Tay back in the hotel room that day.

  “What was Tangie doing down here?” Tay’von asked.

  “Oh, I don’t know. I guess she just came down to say, ‘What’s up?’” Carl couldn’t even talk straight as Tay’von looked around the room.

  “What were you doing before she came down here?”

  “Oh, I was, I was just watching TV.”

  “Where were you at in the room?”

  Carl looked at the bed.

  “What were you watching?”

  Carl couldn’t think of anything to say, because the truth was, before I came down to his room, he had been reading, but he was too nervous to remember this when Tay asked him. “Man, I don’t even know. I was dozing off when she knocked on the door.”

  Tay just looked at him. Carl was not only his employee, but he was also a friend. Tay didn’t want his mind to go to that place where the truth rested.

  “So what was she doing down here? I didn’t know that you and Tangie were so friendly.”

  “Man, I already told you that she was just saying, ‘What’s up?’ and she told me that she was bored and was about to get a drink.” Carl was just repeating what he had heard Tay say to me before I walked off. That was the only thing that he thought could save him.

  “How long was she here?”

  Carl took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. “She was only in here for about ten minutes or so. It’s not like I was counting the minutes. Hell, I was shocked that she even stopped by. But we just had some small talk, and then she left.”

  “Yeah, Carl, I know. I know all too well.”

  “May I have an apple martini?” I asked the bartender as I sat at a table in the lounge.

  I wanted to order two off the break, but I opted for one. My body felt relaxed, but my mind was working overtime. Carl had sexed me good, but Tay had looked pissed when I opened that door. But, hey, what could a girl do but deny, deny, deny? I planned on doing that until the day I died.

  “May I join you?” a sweet voice whispered in my ear.

  Damn. This just must be that kind of day, I thought to myself. I turned around to see a sexy, cornrowed, wifebeater-wearing Amira. The only things womanly on her were the skintight jeans and sexy boots she wore, and I couldn’t forget about her killer curves. She had taken off the nice top I’d seen her in before to sport the black tank top, and I started to feel myself staring at her for too long.

  “Oh yes, please, have a seat.”

  As she sat down, her arm touched mine. I tried to get my mind off that fact, but the softness of her skin embedded itself in my mind. She asked me what I was drinking and ordered the same.

  “There is something that I have wanted to ask you,” she said. “There’s a spot that I always like to go to when I’m in Philly that’s really laid back, and I thought that maybe you might want to go with me tomorrow. The place is called INK, in case you want to look it up before you make a decision. It’s a nice stop, and the poetry is pretty dope.” I watched her sip her drink as if she was nervous.

  “What about the show? Don’t you have to do your part in it?”

  “Didn’t you hear? It seems that the concert hall needs reassurance that no one will get stabbed, like they did at the New York show, so we don’t know if they are going to even let the show go on.”

  “So why did they even make us come here? They could have told us that when we were in New York.”

  She shrugged. “Well, we just found out, so I don’t know what they are going to do. But, um, what do you think about going out with me?”

  Damn. I wondered if Tay’von was going to flip if I told him that I was going out with Amira, especially after finding me in Carl’s room. Fuck it. I was sure he had plans of his own.

  “What time are you trying to go?” I asked.

  “Well, they usually start around nine, so we can get something to eat first, or we can go straight from here.”

  As I thought about it, these two girls came up to her, and I could tell that they were fans.

  “Oh, my God! You’re Amira, right? Oh, shit. You’re, like, my favorite singer? Can you sign this for me?” one of them said, waving a piece of paper.

  The girl who had talked didn’t look a day over sixteen, but her friend looked a little older. Amira took the paper that the younger girl was holding out as the older one spoke.

  “Isn’t Tay’von and Black on tour with you too?”

  Amira looked at me, and I answered the older girl.

  “Yes, they are on tour with her. Why? Who are you trying to see?”

  Both of the girls looked like they were about to pass out. I looked them over. The younger one reminded me of Shamika. She was a mess from head to toe, but the older one was holding her own. She was tall and had dark skin and an ass that could be on the cover of any one of the men’s magazine.

  They both said, “Too Fine,” at the same time.

  I asked for ID, but only Miss Thick had it on her.

  “What are you doing, Tangie?” Amira asked, looking confused.

  “I’m making sure that we go out to INK tomorrow.”

  I gulped down my drink; then I took Miss Thick by the hand.

  “Are you ready to see Mr. Too Fine?” I said.

  She shook her head yes.

  “Well, tell your friend that you’ll be back,” I told her, and then I escorted her to her dream man.

  Chapter 9

  No, No, Honey, I’m Not A Bitch.

  I’m The Bitch

  I know that people think that I am really crazy for doing this. To this day, I still don’t know why I took that girl up to Tay’von. Maybe I was trying to show him that I could stop being his girlfriend when need be and could just be a friend. Or maybe I was looking for a way out.

  “Oh, my God, I have been dreaming about meeting this nigga for years now. I thought that I was about to pass out when you told me that you were taking me to meet him.”

  That girl just would not shut up. I wished that she would faint just so I wouldn’t have to hear another word from her. Once we stepped out of the elevator, I led her to the door.

  “You ready?” I asked her.

  “Hell, yeah, I’m ready. How do you know him, if you don’t mind me asking?”

  I smiled at her. “I’m his girlfriend.”

  I didn’t give her a chance to say anything else. I just opened the door to the suite. When we walked in, Tay’von was spread out on the couch, watching TV. He didn’t even look up at us.

  “Hey, Tay. Someone is here to see you.”

  He turned from the TV to see Miss Thick standing beside me. I knew as soon as he sat up that he wanted to know more about her and why she was there.

  “This is your early birthday gift. She’s why I went down to talk to Carl,” I said.

  Yeah, that was a good save, if I said so myself.

  “And how is she my birthday gift?” He knew, but he wanted me to say it.

  “Well, why don’t I just let her show you herself?”

  He stood up once he heard me say that.

  “Calm down, Tay,” I said. “She’s not goi
ng anywhere. Let her go and freshen up first.”

  I walked her to the bedroom and gave her towels, lotion, perfume, and a nice, new, sexy thong. I didn’t want her putting on the same one she had walked in here wearing. I left Tay sitting on the couch so that I could go down and tell Carl what I had just told Tay.

  Carl frowned when he opened the door and saw me standing there. “Damn, Tangie. What do you want now? We can’t be doing—”

  I barged into his room and cut him off before he finished his dumb thought. I ran everything down to him that I had just told Tay. He shook his head, as if I was dead wrong.

  “Look, Carl, we can tell him the truth, or you can stick to my story. It’s up to you.”

  I walked away from him, and before I headed out his door, I turned and said, “If you see Amira, tell her I’ll be ready and waiting.”

  I left his room with a smile on my face. I knew that he was pissed, and that would always make me smile.

  I went back to the suite to see if Tay and Miss Thick were going at it. To my surprise, he was still on the couch, where I had left him, and she was nowhere in sight. I went to the bathroom and found her fixing her hair.

  “Damn, girl. What’s taking you so long?”

  “I’m so nervous. I never thought that I would be standing in Tay’von’s hotel room, let alone in his bathroom.”

  “Well, don’t blow it by making him wait so long.”

  As we walked back toward the living room area, I stopped and picked up the bag of weed.

  Miss Thick stopped in her tracks. “Are you sure that you’re all right with this? You are his girl and all. I just don’t want to cause a problem between you two.”

  At least she was nice enough to think of someone besides herself. Most women would say, “Fuck me,” and not give it a second thought.

  “First, I want you to know that if I wasn’t okay with this, then you wouldn’t be here, and second, the only way you would cause a problem is if you were good enough to replace me. Let’s face the facts, honey. You’re not. Now, go on out there.”

  I was sure I had hurt her feelings, but it wouldn’t stop her from fucking my man. And I bet that she would try her best to take him away, that is, if she could. Hell, I would have tried it if I were her, but I guessed you just had to be smart enough to think of it first. I watched her phat ass sway all the way to the living room area.

  “Well, don’t say that I never gave you anything,” I walked into the living room area.

  As I said this, Tay’von was looking her up and down and licking his lips.

  “Come on over here, girl. I won’t bite.”

  She walked over to Tay as if she was under his spell. I laughed to myself as I watched her. These bitches out here really fell for that “Too Fine” bullshit. I sat directly in front of them and rolled a blunt. I wondered if I was the same way when I was about to fuck my first star. I didn’t think I was. I had way too much game to act like that. She wasn’t even doing anything. Miss Thick was just sitting on Tay’s lap, as if she were ice cold, stiff, and wet.

  “Come on, bitch. I didn’t bring you up here to just sit and talk. Do what you came to do,” I barked.

  Tay’von lost his cool and laughed. I even had to chuckle. I kicked off my shoes as I felt the weed kick in.

  “Damn, Tangie. You sure did pick a scared one.”

  “Tell me about it. If I knew that she was just popping her gums, I would have picked her friend,” I said as I laughed at her again.

  Not that what we were saying was funny. We were just trying to make her do something.

  “I ain’t scared,” Miss Thick said as she rolled her eyes.

  I took a deep pull of my blunt, and through my smoke-filled, slanted eyes, I said, “All you’re still popping is your gums. Why don’t you try popping something else and prove it?”

  Tay looked at me with a “Go, bitch” expression on his face, and I smiled back. As if to prove me wrong, Miss Thick stood up and got on her knees in front of Tay. I felt like being mean to her. I wanted to humiliate her for no good reason at all, and the more I smoked, the meaner I got.

  “Oh, about to give up some head, huh? Just make sure not to hurt my man’s dick with them sharp-ass teeth of yours.”

  She stopped unbuttoning Tay’s pants and looked back at me.

  “Why in the fuck are you looking back at me? You should already be slobbing that shit down, you dizzy bitch.”

  Tay’von was just sitting there with his dick out. Before Miss Thick could respond to my unkind words, he pulled her head down toward his throbbing wood and pressed it against her lips. This made me laugh even louder.

  “Pimp hard, nigga. Pimp hard.”

  She went to lift her head to respond to my pimp comment, but Tay’s hand was there to push it back down.

  After smoking the blunt, I got up and brought out the camera. I put it on the table so that it faced Tay and Miss Thick. It was a pity that I had to do this, but these girls out here today were fast to scream rape. I sat beside Tay on the couch and held the blunt that he had put out up to his lips after lighting it for him. He took two deep pulls before I took it away from his lips and finished it myself. I had to give it to Miss Thick: she had Tay’s ass going. I reached over and played with her hair before I started pushing her head farther down on his dick. She didn’t like it, but she didn’t stop me.

  “Aw, come on, bitch. Don’t be scared to make that dick disappear,” I said as I took control of her head. “That’s right. Suck my man’s dick. It tastes good, don’t it? You wanna taste that cream, don’t you?”

  This was starting to turn me on. I leaned over and kissed Tay. The whole time, my hand never left her head. After kissing Tay, I pushed her head away.

  “Time to make that ass clap, ho,” I told her.

  It didn’t even take her a minute before she stood naked in front of us. She put one of her feet up on the couch, as if Tay was going to eat her out.

  “Bitch, unless you’re waiting for Tay to fuck you with your leg up here, you better put it back down. The only pussy he eats is mine.”

  She put her leg down quickly, as if to make us forget that she was dumb enough to think the he would really go down on her. I still didn’t get how low some of these women would go just to sleep with a celeb. Yes, I would have taken this chance, but would I let another woman talk to me like this? Hell, no!

  “Break that bitch off from the back,” I told Tay’von.

  While he went and grabbed a condom, I sat in the seat where he had been sitting.

  “Lean her over here,” I told him when he returned.

  I patted my knees so he knew where to lean her, and she bent over, with her hands in my lap, and got comfortable. Tay wet his fingers with spit and reached down and played with her pussy. She closed her eyes and moaned out load.

  “It feels good, doesn’t it?” I asked as I reached over and played with her nipples. “You want him to put it in, don’t you? You want that dick up in you, huh? Tell me. No, ask me. Ask me for that dick.” I was really enjoying this.

  I waited for her to ask me, but she said nothing. So I grabbed her hair and pulled her close. Tay’von kept on playing with her, making her want it even more. I looked into her eyes as I wrapped her hair around my hand. I didn’t stop pulling on it until I knew I was hurting her.

  “Do you think that I am playing? You’re not getting that dick without asking for it. I know you don’t want to leave here, only being able to say that you sucked Tay’von’s dick, right?”

  She mumbled a no.

  “Well, you better start fucking asking for that dick.”

  She did as I asked, so Tay’von rammed his dick inside her. She let out another loud moan. The more I watched Tay fuck her, the more I wondered if this was how rough he had been with me that night I passed out. He was being so rough with her that it was getting to the point where Miss Thick was digging her nails into my thighs. Tay reached back under and played with her clit. This took her mind off him pounding i
nto her. Now her moans were dripping with ecstasy. Tay told her to cum on his dick, and I could tell that she was getting there.

  “Come on, girl. Let it out. I know you want to cum,” I told her in a low tone.

  She closed her eyes, and her legs started to tremble. When her legs gave out, Tay had to hold her up as he pounded away. He pulled off the condom and let his cum fly all over her back. After he was done, he put her down and headed for the bathroom to take a shower. He said nothing to her.

  “Well, Miss Thick, it looks like your time is up,” I said.

  She looked at me with a dumb expression on her face.

  “What, you didn’t think that you were coming to stay, did you? Come on, you’re a big girl. You know what this was all about.”

  “But we just—”

  I cut her off. I wanted her to understand that this was just what it was, a fuck. “Don’t make this turn ugly. You came here to fuck a star. You did. Now it’s time for you to go.”

  Boy, did she look pissed. What did she think? We were all going to hang out? She cleaned the cum off her back and got dressed. I just watched her as I sparked another jay. She didn’t say anything out loud, but she kept rolling her eyes and smacking her teeth. She was done putting on her clothes, so she headed for the front door. Before she walked out of the suite, she turned around and had something to get off her chest.

  “By the way, my name isn’t Miss Thick. It’s Sasha.”

  “We really don’t give a shit,” I answered. “Don’t worry about locking the door. It locks by itself once people have let themselves out.”

  She rolled her eyes at me and then called me a bitch, as if it were going to hurt my feelings.

  “No, no, honey, I’m not a bitch. I’m the bitch. Say it right next time.”