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“What the fuck are you doing here?”
Dayshawn swung around to see Mykell standing behind him. She was dressed in a deep brown bikini and her hair was pulled up in a ponytail with a few curly strays that fell across her brow. Her makeup was flawless, but the attitude in her face took her beauty down a few notches. Still D couldn’t help but smile at the site of Mykell’s contempt.
“I’m here with a friend. What are you doing here?”
“I’m working.”
“Working?”
“Yeah! Real people do have jobs, nigga.”
“Aight, Miss Attitude. And for your information I do have a job.”
“What…tricking?”
“Pimpin’ is a full-time job, baby girl.”
“You ain’t no fuckin pimp. Sorry ass nigga.”
“If that makes you feel better, keep telling yourself that.”
Mykell walked off with more disgust for D than she had when she approached him. Dayshawn turned his attention back to Anja. She was no longer poolside. Determined to find and speak with her, d wandered back into the house. He heard the echo of Anja’s voice in the kitchen. Just the sound of her strong accent projected imaes of him and her naked, sprawled out on an exotic beach in the Caribbean.
He felt himself growing harder with her every word. Nothing was gonna stop him from feeling Anja’s body all over his. He eagerly hurried into the kitchen to find Anja lightly winding her hips to the beat of the music playing outside. Her hands were picking grapes from a bunch and popping them into her mouth. Dayshawn stared into her mouth, watching her tongue caress the grape then slowly lick her lips.
Anja noticed that D was hypnotized by her good looks. In an attempt to entertain her houseguest, she danced her way over to D and swayed her hips as if inviting him to a accompany her in dance. Without hesitation, Dayshawn gripped her hips and followed her rhythm. His erection grew with every brush of her ass against his jeans. Anja leaned her head against his chest and grabbed his jeans with a tug. The clearing kitchen went unnoticed from the two enticed souls. Their dance became more intimate; their hands tugged at each others clothing.
Dayshawn spun Anja around to admire her body in more detail. Her front view was luscious and mature. Anja looked up at Dayshawn’s manly frame yearning for him to take her, right there in the kitchen. D obliged her silent request. His lips found their way down her neck. Anja’s skin looked and tasted like creamy, dark chocolate. His tongue skimmed the rounds of her breasts and his hand stroked down her backside.
Gripping her thighs, Dayshawn pulled Anja atop the counter and spread her legs apart. He reached up and pulled her bikini top back, exposing her breast fully; they stood firmly & welcoming. Continuing with expertise, D proceeded to pleasure Anja’s body, lapping at the youthful body of his counterpart.
“What chu waitin on, boy?”
Without any more words, D snatch the bottom half of the bikini to the side. He pushed Anja’s body down on the marble counter and buried his face into her. Her juices flowed like a river. This was a first for him; never had he given a woman oral sex. But enjoyed Anja’s taste with great pleasure. Just as she had did in their dance, Anja grinded down on D’s face, pushing his tongue deeper inside.
Anja’s back began to arch, which pushed her free flowing breasts further in the air. He legs sat perched on the edge of the countertop. D, still diving head first inside of her, grew in his jeans. He stopped his oral internal exploration of Anja to rip the belt from it’s secured place in the belt loops of his jeans. Gracefully, he wiggled free his pants, pulling a condom from a pocket before letting them hit the floor.
With one thumb massaging Anja’s pussy lips and the other hand rolling on the latex guard, Dayshawn admired Anja’s excited body. Beads of sweat collected between her breasts. He reached up from spreading the moisture amid her legs and gripped her shoulder, thrusting himself deep inside her. Anja looked down at the action happening at the edging of the marble. A smile appeared on her face as she let out a laugh.
“Iz tat it? All tat bulge and not ting behind it?”
“What?!?” replied Dayshawn in shock.
“Chu’ve got me all hyped up fo not ting! Silly lil boy.”
Dayshawn stopped exerting his energy as his dick deflated in shame. Anja’s hysterical laughing added to his embarrassment and forced him to withdraw from her body. He reached down quickly and gathered his pants in a hurry. As he swiftly located the bathroom, D could hear Anja’s echoing laughter in the kitchen. He slammed the door shut and turned the water on in the faucet. He splashed the water on his face trying to wash the look of humiliation from his expression.
“How could I be so weak?” he questioned silently. Anja had just played him for some punk and he ran out like a bitch. There was no way he could walk back into the presence of the other guests and still look confident. He needed to leave but Torrance was his only ride back to Miami. Dayshawn juggled the dilemma in his head until a knock came at the bathroom door.
“D…you in there?”
“Uhhh, yeah. I’ll be out in a minute.”
“You sure you’re ok? Anja said that you weren’t feeling well.”
“Yeah, I think it’s the liquor from last night coming back.”
“Open the door, baby, and let me in.”
“Naw, Torrance, I’m good, ma. I’ll be out in minute.”
D didn’t understand. Why did Anja tell Torrance that he was sick? She had the opportunity to out him as a weak ass nigga and didn’t. Dayshawn got himself together and left the comfort of the restroom. Torrance stood against the wall adjacent to the bathroom. She looked at D with concern.
“You sure you’re ok? You don’t look ok.”
“Yeah, ma. I’m good.”
“Anja told us that you were in the kitchen and just started feeling sick? What you eat?”
“Uhhh…Nothing really. That’s all she told you?”
“Yeah. Do you want to go home? I mean I can leave if you’re not feeling good.”
“No. I’ll be fine. Maybe I just need some water or something.”
“Well, go see what the bartender can make you. I’ve got to get the next set ready upstairs.”
“Aight.”
D cautiously walked outside to the cabana. He saw Anja standing on the opposite side of the pool chatting with the photographer. He quickly turned away when their eyes met. Sitting on a stool at the bar was Mykell. When she saw d coming, she hurriedly got up and walked away. The tension between D and Mykell stung his ego. What was he doing wrong?
He requested a ginger ale from the bartender and down it in one shot. His stomach was still in knots and his ego was bruised. Mykell’s avoidance of him and the resonance of Anja’s laughter in his head was making him feel unlike the pimp her proclaimed himself to be. He needed to redeem himself…and fast.
The music played on as D excused himself from the company of the array of models walking around. His attention of regaining his mental status was redirected. He found himself looking over her doing her job. Torrance finished the bedroom setup so that the photo shoot could move indoors. Dayshawn had other plans.
“Damn. Did I forget to tell you how good you look in the dress?”
“You must be feeling better?”
“I’m feeling much better looking at you bent over in that dress.”
“Really?” Torrance said smoothing out the back of her dress to assure that everything was covered.
“Yeah. But I think it would look better on the floor.”
Torrance smiled in approval. She stood and turned towards D. D stepped completely into the room and closed the door. He reached out and wrapped his arm around Torrance’s waist. Her wavy hair draped down her back and over her shoulders. Starting at her temple, he ran his fingers through her hair, brushing it back off her shoulders and resting his hand there. With his free hand her grabbed her neck and pulled her face closer to his.
Again doing another first, Dayshawn kissed Torrance with passion; his tongue entered her mouth and found a new friend. D was never one for kissing, and tongue kissing was an extreme he had never ventured into. He felt Torrance’s nails scrawl down his back. The pain was enjoyable.
He reached under the dress and pulled her panties down to her ankles. Torrance instinctively stepped out of her panties and took a seat on the bed. Without delay, D un-strapped his pants and pushed them down to his knees. He positioned himself on top of Torrance and wasted no time. He pinned her hands above her head with one hand and steadied himself with the other.
Torrance moaned in delight. Her satisfaction in Dayshawn’s performance was bringing his ego back to homeostasis. He continued to stroke her body getting more aroused with every drive. Her legs were cocked in the air when the door flew open.
“What the hell is going on in here?”
“I’m so sorry Mr. Dickson. I…I… don’t…”
“Torrance, get up! You’re holding up my shoot.”
“My apologies, Mr. Dickson,” Torrance stuttered scrounging for her panties.
“Who are you?” Dallas asked Dayshawn.
“Dayshawn, sir. I didn’t mean to disrespect your set.”
“No disrespect. Just wish you had done it somewhere other than my set.”
“My bad. It won’t happen again.”
“Well, at least not on one of my sets.”
Dayshawn and Torrance finished collecting themselves and stammered out of the bedroom. Down the hall, Mykell and the other models snickered at the interruption. Despite the adverse situation, D felt his ego and reputation returning. It was better to be caught fucking a beautiful woman than to receive criticism for not getting the job done. He walked with his head bobbing in satisfaction.
The photo shoot in West Palm wrapped later that night. After enjoying a late dinner at an upscale restaurant, the crew of models, Torrance, Dallas, Dayshawn and their host, Anja, kept the night going at a fly nightclub. The bunch began to relax after a few rounds of shots and a couple bottles of chilled champagne. The DJ played the hottest music and everyone seemed to be having a great time.
The club got rowdy when a popular song was mixed into play, creating a rush to the center dance floor. Mykell jumped at the chance to release some energy. She squeezed in next to Anja and another model on the dance floor. The rhythm of the music overtook her body and she glided across the floor with poise and sex appeal. She could feel the eyes of onlookers checking her out as she enjoyed the sounds and lyrics blasting from the speakers.
Dallas joined the girls on the dance arena. Anja and Mykell took the liberty of starting a sandwich with the sexy heap of man. The excitement grew sexual as the dancing progressed. Anja retreated back in the VIP, leaving Dallas and Mykell to finish the heated ritual.
Sweat from Mykell’s back ran down her spine into the hands of Dallas who was holding on tightly to her. The ride of her breast rubbed up against the fabric of his shirt instantly making her nipples stand. Their pelvis’ ground against each other in sync with the music. Mykell could feel the bulge trying to escape from behind the zipper of Dallas’ pants.
“We got to get you in some videos, girl.”
“What?”
“They way you dancing…we got to get you in some videos.”
“Oh. Well you’re the agent. Do what you do.”
“Have you given any more thought to the exclusion in your contract?”
“The nude shit?”
“Yeah. Have you given it more thought? I think you could make a lot more money if we add that back into your contract.”
“Look, I’m ok with adding it as long as there’s no porn.”
“No what?”
“NO PORN.”
“Naw, I run a clean business. I promise you…no porn.”
“Then you have a deal, Mr. Dickson.”
“I told you to call me Dallas.”
“Ok, Dallas.”
The look in his eye was one of fury. Dayshawn watched as Dallas got down with Mykell. He could see how she was enjoying Dallas’ company, allowing him to feel all over her body. Torrance stood in front of him, slightly obstructing his view of Mykell and Dallas, giving him a improvised lap dance; Dayshawn’s attention was directed far from the woman standing less than a foot away from him.
Mykell smiled with enjoyment and seemed to be having a great time with her agent. Things were heating up between them, in turn making D even more upset. His ego couldn’t take much more; he needed to halt the rising heat. Pushing pass Torrance, Dayshawn joined Mykell and Dallas on the dance floor.
Mykell turned up the seduction when she saw the D had joined them. She moved Dallas’s hand from the small of her back to the round of her ass. Slinging her arm around his neck, she poured on the sex appeal and pushed her hips even further closer to him. Dallas accepted the erotic enticement and took firm hold of Mykell.
In the shadows, Dayshawn made his move. He positioned himself behind Mykell, dancing in beat with the music. Leaning in, he whispered in her ear. Mykell threw her head back in laughter. Dayshawn was not going to be ignored, much less insulted. He grabbed her elbow and swung her around.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I’m having a great time.”
“How you just gonna show your ass out here like this?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about..”
“Oh no. You’re practically fuckin dude out here.”
“So. I do recall someone getting caught fuckin back at the mansion!”
“So what! That’s my pussy you’re out here flauntin.”
“Your pussy? Whateva. Torrance is the only bitch out here that you’ll ever fuck again!”
“Bitch, you losing your mind if you think I’m just gonna sit back while you put ya pussy all in another nigga’s face!”
“Well, haul ass then, nigga, cuz your rights to this pussy are null and void.”
“Who the fuck you think you talkin to like that? You a sorry bitch anyway.”
“Look who’s talkin. Little dick nigga. And I wish you would call me out my name again.”
Before Dayshawn could say anything else, Dallas stepped between them. He pushed Mykell into the arms of another model, who hauled her off to the ladies room, then turned to confront D. Dallas’ large, muscular frame towered slightly over his contender.
“I’m not one for getting in the mix of someone else’s shit, but look, dawg, you need to step off.”
“Man, you don’t wanna see me, cuz.”
“You right, becuz I would demolish your punk ass. So why don’t you just finish the evening with Torrance and leave Mykell alone.”
“Man, fuck you nigga. You just some broke down wannabe. I’m the real deal.”
“Aight, if that’s how you see it. It is what it is.”
“Man fuck this shit.”
Intimidated, Dayshawn headed for the exit. The night was spoiled by Mykell’s antics and he was ready to go back to Miami. He pushed through the crowd of people and stormed out of the nightclub. A bouncer standing at the exit threw him a smirk and a nod to send him off. Outside Dayshawn flipped open his cell phone and sent Torrance a text message.
“Aye, man, I’m ready to go. I’m outside waitin on you.”
“Why you wanna leave? What happened?”
“Just come outside. This shit is wack.”
“I’m on my way out.”
Torrance exited the club and looked around for Dayshawn. He was posted up across the parking lot waiting against a tree. She huffed over to him with a visible attitude. Without saying anything, their eyes connected through the darkness, both sending a message of aggravation. The silence continued between them the entire ride back to Miami.
Back inside the club, Mykell and the other models were comfortably lounging in the VIP. The hostess brought over another bottle of champagne to top off the guests glasses. Mykell down her glass without thought or hesitation. She returned her glass to the tray table and rested her head against the plush sofa. Her attempts to drown out the memory of Dayshawn with alcohol was becoming unsuccessful.
Dallas saw the distress in her face and yearned to comfort her. He refilled her glass and took the seat next to her on the sofa. R Kelly’s “Slow Dance” began to play setting the mood for Dallas’ next move. He silently offered her the glass of champagne, in which she took and sipped; her eyes locked onto his. Dallas mouthed the words of the song, seductively. His hand rested on Mykell’s knee, softly stroking it with his finger tips.
“Thanks for handling that shit with D.”
“My pleasure. How you girls get fucked up with niggas like him, I’ll never understand.”
“Luck of the draw I guess. I hope Torrance got some sense.”
“Probably not.”
“Why you say that? She’s got to be somewhat smart if you hired her, right?”
“She’s hungry, I give you that, but not hungry enough or even for the right reasons.”
“You’re hungry too, I see.”
“Yeah, but for something totally different.”
“Really? What’s that?”
“You.”
Mykell smiled at Dallas’s flattery. She knew that if she wanted him, she could have him. His hand was making its way up her thigh and at that point she knew that her agent was moving in for additional rights…rights as her lover. She didn’t intend to stop him, but for some reason Dallas hesitated and pulled back.
Tayla hit the send button on her cell phone one last time before slamming it shut and tossing it back on bedside table. She had called Dallas numerous times and sent endless text messages, but received no response. Her temper was starting to rise and the feeling of anger grew in her heart. Why had he not called or returned her calls and texts? What was keeping him away from her?
She rested her back against the pillows and immersed herself in thoughts of Dallas. She knew that he was in West Palm Beach doing a shoot but it was almost 3 am and she hadn’t heard from him since he left that afternoon. Business or no business, if she was going to be his wife, she wanted him to check in with her. She was going to have to deal with him in her own way.
The thought of Dallas being out with a flock of women did not sit well with her. Tayla lay in bed restless. She sat up and picked up her phone to make one last phone call. She had no idea how he would react to her calling so late but there wasn’t anyone else she felt comfortable calling this early in the morning. The other end rang several times before a groggy voice answered.
“What’s up?”
“Hey, Dre. Sorry to call you so late. Was you sleeping.”
“Tayla, whats wrong?”
“Why does there have to be something wrong?”
“Because you don’t call me at no 3 am if you just wanted to talk. So whats wrong?”
“I don’t know. I’m just upset. I don’t wanna bother you.”
“Aye now, woman you better get to talkin before I get in my car and come down there. Something’s wrong, now tell me.”
“Dre, I seen Lelani. Well I been seen her but I didn’t tell you.”
“Where? In Miami? …When? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Cuz…I don’t know. But that’s one reason why I’m calling. We got into it yesterday.”
“What you mean, ya’ll got into it?”
“She lives in the same dorm as me. We are both RA’s and lately she’s been spending time away from the dorms. I called her out on it last night.”
“So this whole time you’ve known where she’s been and you ain’t said nothing? Tay, you’re suppose to be my sister. How could you hold out on something like this?”
“Andre, it’s not like that. I had no idea what she was doing until last night.”
“Tayla what’s going on? Just fuckin tell me!”
“Dre don’t be mad at me. She left last night with some guy. I’ve never seen him before last night, so I didn’t know!”
“Some dude? Is this what you woke me up at 3 am for? To tell me about some dude?”
“Well, not about Lelani. I called for me, but…”
“What the fuck is wrong with you Tayla? You blowin’ my mind right now! First you tell me that you’ve known for months where Lelani’s been and you didn’t tell me. Then all you tell me that she’s fuckin with some guy. What the fuck else is there? Are you pregnant?”
“No, Dre, I’m not pregnant. I’m engaged.”
“Shit, Tayla, this is not 3 am conversation!”
“I’m sorry. I needed someone to talk to.”
“Look, babygirl, don’t stress it. I’m gonna handle the Lelani situation when I come down that way for Christmas. You still gonna make it to Nana’s in Naples, right?”
“Of course. How’s Cicely?”
“She’s good. But look, ma, I got to get up early to work tomorrow. Can I call you after I get off?”
“Yeah. But one last thing before you go.”
“What’s up?”
“My fiancé. He‘s been gone all day and ain‘t called me. I know he‘s out with some girls. Should I be worried?”
“Out with some girls? This late? What else would he be doing but fuckin off?”
“Well he owns a talent agency. Ya know, modeling, acting and shit. They were suppose to be going to West Palm for a photo shoot, but he hasn’t called or returned any of my calls.”
“Do you trust him? I mean…is this nigga trust worthy? Because I don’t want you to end up marrying this dude if he’s just gonna fuck around on you.”
“Naw, he wouldn’t do that. He loves me.”
“Yeah, dad loved your momma too, but look at us. Tayla, all I’m trying to say is, watch ya back and your front. Don’t trust that nigga for shit. He’s a nigga and niggas will cheat with any bitch who will spread her legs.”
“Damn. That doesn’t make me feel no better, Dre.”
“It wasn’t suppose to. I’m just being real with you. I love you, Tay & I’m not gonna front on shit with you.”
“I know.”
“So, just keep ya eye out. And if you get that feeling, then fuck him. You deserve a nigga to give you the world.”
“Thanks, Dre. I love you, big brother. Call me later?”
“Will do. Goodnight, little one.”
Tayla rolled over and sat her phone back on top of the table. She clicked her lamp off and snuggled under the comforter. Before closing her eyes, she let the images of her future husband play over in her head. He had been her everything for the last year, but she as still unsure if she had made the right decision by agreeing to marry him.
Dallas felt the vibration of his cell phone, again, in his pocket. He was so captivated by Mykell, that he almost forgot of his beauty waiting for back in Miami. Anticipating that the interruption was an omen, Dallas removed himself from Mykell’s temptation. He excused himself to the restroom to collect his thoughts.
In the restroom, Dallas approached the sink and turned the faucet on. He cupped his hands and splashed a handful of cold water onto his face. The bathroom attendant gathered a towel from the counter and offered it to Dallas. Drying his face in the dark linen, Dallas saw Tayla’s smiling face. He pulled the cloth down and eyed his reflection. He shook his head in disappointment. How could he let the feeling in his loins grow so intensely without suppressing them? He was trying so hard to make a change from his younger self but every attempt of correction led him further from what he felt his true self to be. Why was he so uncertain to do what felt right to him?
“Are things that bad, son?” spoke the attendant in the background of Dallas’ thoughts.
“Just can’t seem to follow through that’s all.”
“Well, let me tell you this, son,” the attendant continued. “If you have to ask yourself if its wrong, then its wrong.”
“Ha. Its not that easy, sir,” replied Dallas with a chuckle.
“Life’s not complicated. We just make it that way.”
Just as Dallas was going to respond, another younger gentlemen emerged from the stall behind him. He was dressed in a collared shirt and slacks, but Dallas could tell from his baby face that he wasn’t much older than the legal drinking age. Dallas secretly envied the younger man; he desperately wanted to return to that virtually carefree age. Then he could justifiably pursue Mykell without consequence.
Dallas tipped the attendant and left the confines of the restroom. The night was growing late and with the new day brought other responsibilities. He paid the bar tab and informed the remaining ladies that he was leaving.
Exiting the nightclub, Dallas inhaled the fresh air. He checked his ticket with the valet and awaited his vehicle. He reached into his pocket and removed the single Black cigar, that he had been craving to ease his mind. He lit his addiction and took a long pull. The smoke and nicotine were an instant fix. He was so engulfed with the cigar, he didn’t notice Mykell leaned against the wall behind him.
“So where did you go?”
Dallas turned in Mykell’s direction shocked to see her standing there.
“Damn, Mykell. I didn’t see you standing there.”
“Sorry did I scare you?”
“No, just didn’t see you there.”
“So…where did you go?”
“When?”
“I thought we was vibing. Then you just got up and disappeared.”
“Oh, you mean upstairs. I had a phone call I had to take.”
“Was ya girl, huh?”
“Who?”
“The phone call. It was ya girl?”
“Um, yeah, I guess.”
“You guess?” Mykell said pushing herself off the wall and advancing toward Dallas.
“I mean, yeah, it was my fiancé,” Dallas responded taking another drag of his cigar.
“Ohhh, fiancé, huh? She must be pretty special.”
“Yeah, she is.”
“She a model?”
“No. Advertising student. What’s with all the questions about my girl?”
“Just curious to why we never see her. She must not be important if you leave her at home all the time.”
“Oh, she’s important. This whole environment just isn’t her thing.”
“Why not? Its your thing, right? I would think a real woman would want to support her man.”
“She does support me, just in other ways.”
“Really? Like how?”
“Other ways. Trust me she’s committed to me and BPI.”
“BPI…I wouldn’t doubt because it is a great business. But you I’m not so sure of. And I‘m not convinced of you being committed to her, either.”
“And what would make you say that?”
“Because I know what you want. And its not an advertising student.”
“And how do you know that?”
“You told me.”
“When did I tell you that?”
“Upstairs in VIP.”
The valet pulled around with Mykell’s car. She walked over to the driver’s side and paused. Looking over the hood of her car, she threw a seductive smile at Dallas. Again, he was reluctant to return her grin.
“What’s wrong? Why you hesitating?”
“I’m not. I’m trying to be respectful. Keep a boundary.”
“Scared you gonna get caught up?”
“Hesitation doesn’t equal failure, Mykell.” The valet pulls Dallas’ truck around behind Mykell’s car.
“What the fuck does that mean?” She said after watching Dallas pull up next to her with the passenger window halfway down.
“Follow me and you’ll find out.”
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