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48
Guys Gone Wild
Christine lounges around the pleasantness of her masterfully designed and decorated home in Alpharetta, Georgia in the nude, admiring herself in her many mirrors, then becomes engrossed in cleaning her immaculate space, making personal and professional calls while developing her new storyline.
She puts her phone on message receiver, “I gotta get some more of this story written while I’m in the zone” she inspires herself.
A young super sexy hip-hop-looking black dude steps up covered in Beige PellePelle, introducing himself as Corey Langston in a charming yet assertive tone. Corey stands 6’2 with wide shoulders. His pro-football stature is visually amazing to her. Doritha, looking up at him through the smoke-filled room, inquisitive of him appearing out of nowhere, sips her Apple Martini. “Do you come her often” he asks. Doritha spins her barstool slowly around, ignoring him to summon Mike the bartender. She knew she was pleasing to the ‘cheatin’’ eye in the first place; men and women. “Another Apple please” she utters, half intoxicated half turned on; tapping her empty glass on the counter. Reaching at her feathered blouse and leaning in on her elbow, “Hello. Do you come here often” he repeats, hollering just above a whisper. “I would appreciate you tending to someone else’s business” she snarls, then downs. Corey slowly steps to the end of the bar, keeping sight of Doritha’s amazingness, orders two Tonics with lime. Doritha continues talking with Mike who is growing agitated with Corey’s constant stares. “Got a pen” she asks Mike. He hands her a 14 Karat gold personalized pen and she scribbles on a napkin. ‘Could you please come and have a seat’ then slides it over to the handsome mystery man. “What can I do for you or do you need me to come closer so you can be ruder” he smiles. “For one though you are very handsome, you can stop staring at me; is there something I can do for you, she snaps, letting him know she’s annoyed. Why do you continue to just keep looking at me like beef on a rack, she says looking into his un-telling eyes for the merest of fact. How would you like it if some strange person were just sitting staring at you. Why, sipping, do you do it until the person acknowledges you or until they throw something at you or… I’m just trying to get a feel for what’s really going on or do you think you know me from somewhere ‘cause I can tell you that you don’t know me…” “For you, he says gently, halting her rambling. You are a very attractive woman and for two I’d like to talk to you because you are a very attractive woman” he says apologetically. “Well here I am, start talking.“ “Not here, somewhere we won’t have to shout.” Doritha slowly finishes her Martini, looking all around him, and orders another one. “I ain’t finished drinking yet” she snaps softly. He slides her a tonic and lime before her Apple arrives. “Are you going to tell me your name” “Corey ask. Clearing her throat and letting her full lips rest on her drink from him, on the rim of the glass. Watching his thick lips, “Doritha.” “No last name.” “Not unless we’re in court” she tosses a smile. Doritha verbally admires Corey’s flawless complexion that blends into his hairline. She excuses herself for the ladies room. Mike duties his bar never witnessing Corey slip a Mickey into Doritha’s glass. Corey meets her as she returns and steps onto the dance floor, “How about a dance.” Doritha flings her freshly flat-ironed silky black hair and accepts. Corey grabs her hand and twirls her around, stopping on a dime in a cha-cha stance; “Let’s Rumba.”They dance a couple three songs. She leads Corey off the floor, through the flailing arms and excited rhythmic swayings of sweaty bodies, to their waiting barstools and quenching drinks that Mike was suppose to be watching. “Oh yeah, she exclaims, bumping into folks. I was needing that, draping herself onto the barstool in elated exhaustion, gulping down her tonic and lime. “Let me have water, she waves to Mike; that was rather strong. What you trying to do get me drunk boy” her expression showing a bad taste. Corey steps in front of her and Doritha wiggles on her barstool, gulping down the water as Mike urges her to call a cab. “I don’t need no cab darling. I’m fine, just a tad buzzed. I’ll keep with the water; holding her glass up as toasting to someone at the other end of the bar. I gotta find out what Mike put in these drinks.” “Don’t bother; praying she doesn’t enlighten Mike to something may be wrong. Come on and let me take you home. You’ve had enough.” “Sure, I think that’d be best ‘ight now. Let me just tell Mike I leave ‘e ‘ikes wh’ I do ‘at. Make me ‘sponsible.” “Don’t bother. The crowd’s moving towards the door, you wanna get blocked in. Call him later.” Wiping up spills along the counter, headed in their direction, “Alright now you be a good girl, I’ll be here until 3, call me. Take care buddy, he mentions to Corey, feeling something about him is not quite right. I didn’t get yo’ name man.” “Corey.” “Alright man. I’ve never seen that dude ‘round here Studio” he mentions to the bar back. Corey holds Doritha up out the door through the left over crowd. They reach his Cutlass. He reclines her seat as far back as it went. She tries to crack the window to catch her breath; no use.
“Who is it” I snap into the receiver because of the intrusion into my literary space. “
“Pardon me. You coming?”
“Yes Frederick. Give me about four hours. I’m in the middle of creating a rough draft for this new short story; gotta’ go.” Click.
“Are you all right.” “Not really that must have been some old ass liquor. Feels ‘ike ‘m loosin’ my breath, she says fading in and out of consciousness. I think I’m going to fai…” and her light goes out. Corey pulls his car to the curb to ramble through her purse. He flips her wallet open to her Driver’s License for her address. Bonnet Place on the Avenue 1665. In her apartment Corey ransacks looking for what he’s gone through all this for. He comes up empty handed. He checks her answering machine for information. ‘Doritha this is Chelsea I’ll be by later with your orders; beep. Hey Doritha are we still on for Friday call me; beep. This is Luke I’m going to Jamaica for a while I’ll call you when I get there if you want to go call me I’m leaving tomorrow morning; beep.’ Corey walks out to the car, frustrated, searching for something that could save his life, cursing and stomping. When he reenters he finds Doritha struggling to wake up from her temporary ‘fuckin’ coma. ‘What the fuck is going on here. Why are you in my shit! What the hell is happenin’ here!” “Where’s the damn disk Luke gave you yesterday, he says glaring at her, frightening her. Where’s the damn disk I know he gave it to you because I seen you two yesterday. I seen him hand you some disks” he screams in deadly urgency. “Disk, what disk, nursing her pounding headache. Still confused about the situation, Luke gave me several disk but he came back to get them saying they were the wrong recordings. I asked him to dub Yolanda Adams and Marvin Sapp for me and he accidentally gave me his confidential disk is what he said” she spills, composing herself enough to not look as scared as she was, in her own home. “Let me get you some water.” “That’s okay, I’ll get it myself, holding up both hands. I don’t need another dosing of what you’re offering” she smiles weakly. “We need to call Luke and get that disk.” “You right about one thing; call his ass.” “No, matter of fact we gon’ be on our way to'em” he orders in a less threatening voice. They get themselves together a little better to leave. Doritha exits the car in front of Luke’s plush palace, fussing all the way to the front door. “How’s your head feel” he ask. “It feels like someone is kicking me in my forehead with steel-toed boots on; how would you like it to feel.” “You’ll be alright, he assures. It was just a Mickey.” “Mickey, she shrieks. You put a Mickey on me, damn. How you know I don’t have a drug test to pass… Damn.” She looks over at Corey as they notice Luke’s door slightly ajar. As they enter quietly, they could see that the living room is ransacked. “What the hell went on up in here, Doritha moans, not leaving the door’s side. “Someone has been looking for my disk probably. I truly hope they didn’t find it” easing on in. “You could have saved yourself a bunch of mess by just asking me about the disk instead of going through all this trouble. Do I look like I need drama in my life.” “I tried but when I first stepped to you you looked full of drama; how was I supposed to know. Get on the phone and find out where Luke is” handing her his cell phone. “Yeah, alright. Luke baby this is Ritha sorry I missed your call earlier. Yes I’ll go to Jamaica with you. There’s a…” Corey snatches the phone from her, “If you don’t get me that disk Doritha won’t be here come morning; know what I mean.” As Corey makes threats Doritha remembers her birthday present from Luke under the sofa. “Who the hell is this” Luke barks angrily. “Just bring me the disk and I’ll go away about my business. I mean get it to me now” Corey shouts into the phone. “That disk you’re so concerned about is with Jesse. He’s out of the country. Let me get him on the line for further instructions. Now let me speak back with Doritha.” “Doritha is busy now. I’ll wait for your call with further instruction. You have five minutes” Corey orders into the dead phone.
“I have to spend some time trying to finish this short story; she informs as Erika Badu explains A Walk Around The Park; I’m working on so not only am I putting you on hold I’m putting everyone on hold, I tell Maxila. We can hang out later.”
“Well worker bee I’ll holla’ at you later.”
“Don’t go sounding all put off” I say into the phone.
“I have a gift for you.”
“What is it?”
“I’ll give it to you when I see you” and hangs up the phone.
Doritha looks up at Corey offering him conversation. “Just sit and be quiet, he snaps, I don’t feel like talking.” Minutes pass. Luke is on the other end of the ringing phone. Corey answers hearing Jesse’s instructions of meeting Luke in the Mall’s parking lot at 1:30. Corey disconnects and orders Doritha, “Let’s go.” “I don’t wanna go be all up and involved in this shit.” “One must leave remembrances that they’ve been somewhere, that’s the only way to ensure your reputation is always completely understood. Now let’s get going.” Doritha stalls for precious time that could be her last as Corey shoves her out the door. On the drive Corey pulls out a .45 Magnum and slams in a fresh clip. Doritha stares. “What you gonna do with that” she questions, hoping it wouldn’t be her he waved it at. “I’m gonna handle my business, he replies; you got a problem with that” he states more than questions. “No, no I ain’t got no problem with you handling your business just as long as I’m not your business. Matter of fact I’m rather intrigued with big guns” smiling trying to stay on his good side. Corey looks over at her with a devious grin, “You almost said something I can respect.” They arrive at the Mall. Corey cuts off his quiet motor. A Lincoln Continental soon appears circling the lot with its lights off. With her best poltergeist impression, “Tttthhheeerree hhheeerrreee” returning Corey’s devilish grin. The Lincoln pulls up beside his Cadillac Sedan. A tall hard-faced black man exit’s the Continental and walks over to Corey’s driver’s door. Corey grabs Doritha’s wrist yanking her into his lap for a shield. “Chill. If you want the disk you better have some money; get out.” Corey orders Walter to back away from his car. He and Doritha get out. Doritha clutches her chest as the men stand in a stare-off. Walter orders her into the Lincoln. Doritha walks around to the passenger window peering through the tint. “Who’s in here?” “None of your business ma’am just get in and sit. Luke needs to speak with you.” Doritha enters the car noticing she’s all alone inside. She produces a 9mm from inside her jacket pocket; her birthday gift; “Now we can get it on.” Corey and Walter exchange words that spark a physical confrontation. Walter, getting the best of Corey, knocks him to the ground for the fourth time, as Corey tries escaping his punishing blows. Doritha rushes from the car shouting, “Stop it will ya’ you got the shit. Stop it!” “This little man wants to play hero and now he’s stepped into something he can’t handle. I’m'a teach’em a lesson, Walter spits, smashing Corey in the side of his head, you, stupid, little, punk” he puts emphasis on. “Stop it” she screams. Doritha fires a shot into the air. They both pause as if they’d never heard gun fire before or maybe because it was so close to their heads. “I ask you to stop it Walter and I mean right now! If you hit him again I’m going to blow your freakin’ brains all over this lot.” After several seconds, Walter drops Corey’s beat up body to the cold concrete but not without one last potentially neck-breaking kick. “Now Walter this dude went through a lot to get some disk y’all have, even damn near killing me. I fully understand what one will go through to save their own ass so I’m just a bit more forgiving that yo’ bully ass. Get up Corey I need a ride home” still holding aim on Walter’s nipple; bullseye. He begins to stand, blowing blood from his mouth. He turns and looks at Doritha who is fussing at Walter on the other end of her hollow points. “Are you coming?” “I’m coming.” “Hurry up them, she says to Corey. Walter give me the thirty grand because I know you wouldn’t have come all the way out here without it and if you did you about to die” she finishes. Walter hands over the money bag and retreats to his car, threatening to kill them both. The ring tone interrupts her decision to finish his ass off right there and then; knowing next time he might have the upper hand. “Yes; hello father... Walter just threatened to kill me... what you think I should do... No dad, I want to handle it... You're right father, you handle it. I love you. Later.” Doritha flips her cellphone closed. She hits the bullseye as instructed.
My cell phone rings, interrupting my concentration.
“Hello Ms. Webbster, it’s Frederick. It’s been four hours exactly. I need to know if I could re-forward your personal calls to you. You need to come up for air; Mr. Regis is on the line.”
“Thanks; you’re right. Put him through” I exhale.
“Hello Christine how’s life?”
“Hello Rich’nald. I’m wonderful, life’s wonderful. I'm writing right now. How’s your days these days.”
“Christine my life couldn’t be better.”
“Good; how can I be of assistance on today young man.”
“Actually I just wanted to hear your voice young lady.”
“Now you've heard it.”
“Now I'm feeling just fine. Later.”
49
What a Desire I have
Desire phones Veronica appointing a time and date for Frederick to photograph her lovely nakedness, for her personal collection, most for her modeling portfolio. She’s determined to keep Veronica happy and, submit to Elite, Boss, Request and Janice Dickinson.
“Most definitely beautiful, I’ll tell him to get back with you; I’m quite sure he’ll make time to be available for you. John wants to photograph you also but I think it’s more for a personal collection of his. If you want to make time there's no fee; I told him he'll pay you your regular fee for your time.”
“How much?”
“I told him you make $150 an hour.”
“Sounds good to me love” Desire agrees.
“All men, and women must pay for your time, they'll respect you more.”
“Well I do appreciate his offer” I laugh softly, lying on the other side of the line all voluptuous.
“When you going to let me have some more for my personal collection; when your ass blows up I want you to never forget me baby” Veronica inquires, coming off sincere and demanding.
“That shit’ll cost you” I laugh in jest.
“You little bitch don’t talk to me like that even joking. As much shit as I’ve given you you better watch your response before you wind up with your feelings hurt. I’m not one of those tricks you date for the moment. You act like I don’t know what you do with those photos; modeling, I just bet. My guys shoot in my studio with my film on my time. I am Veronica Webbster bitch and don’t you forget it when you come with that smart shit.”
Desire, stuck with a throat full of apologies, verbally surrenders and agrees to present Veronica with her more for her collection, though she never pays a dime. When I do blow up that bitch gon' pay.
“Yes CV; will that be alright; it is whatever you say.”
“Now that’s better. Talk with you later” and with that said disconnects.
Desire falls into her sofa to sulk. She remembers the promises Milton and Casbon broke because she wouldn’t…
50
Don’t she know that time is money
My mind is all cluttered with obscene shit that is not making much sense right now so I can do one of two things. Seeing I'm already doing one of them, sipping Chardonnay, I'll do the other. I fill my deep oval tub with orange-scented aroma therapy crystals. In the full-length mirror, I do my routine of stretches and bends to loosen up and relax. I settle down into the warm, soft water, releasing my anxieties. The phone next to the tub flashes.
“I’m on my way.”
“Be on your way in half an hour.”
“Are you doing something...”
“Half an hour son.”
“Yes ma'am.”
After the exhilarating power-soak I throw on a light pink fur-trimmed house robe over my soft pampered skin and slide into matching inch high slippers. I puff on scented powder and mist myself with one of my favorite fragrances, EMPORIO ARMANI DIAMONDS. I place Hypnotic and three crystal drinking glasses, each holding four cubes of ice, on the coffee table then gives life to two foot-tall incense and seven scented candles as Lionel Loueke’s Karibu complements the aura. I invoke a sexual healing atmosphere that's it's already working on me.
“Yes” acknowledging the knock.
“Who were you expecting” I hear.
“It’s open. How’s it going handsome, I greet with a gentle kiss on his cheek, escorting him into my fully capable photography studio. She should be here any minute. Set up whatever you have over there but this studio is fully stocked with equipment.”
Frederick unpacks his pricey equipment, making sure to keep his separate. Christine pours two glasses of Hypnotic as they wait for Desire.
20 minutes later, “I wonder what’s taking this girl so long, she's never late for me. You know I had to get in her ass, maybe she’s mad or something which ain’t no problem my time has already been paid for” Christine arrogantly spills to Frederick while he readies his equipment for a night surrounding by Desire, in a fresh Akademiks outfit, sipping his Hypnotic.
“Maybe you should call the club and see if she pulled a double; you know how that girl loves her some money, and attention” Frederick smiles.
“Good idea. If she’s still there then in her ass I will rip” I snap.
“Don’t you miss me living her” he asks to try an quell her rising agitation as she stabs in the seven digits.
“Of course I miss you” I smile to hide a lie.
“Thanks. I just wanted to check if I’m missed. How’s Ant working out?”
“He’s fabulous. I wonder where the hell Desire is; hello?”
“CLUB ON IT who’s calling” a voice shouts into the phone over the blaring music, which is forcing her to tap her foot; to the bang bang boogey.
“Is Desire still working? This is Christine Webbster.”
“Christine did you say. You haven’t heard? Desire’s in the hospital, Favor tells. She was in a wreck about two hours ago. She’s at Grady. It looks bad” she adds.
I try not to scream. No one would hear it unless they were inside my head.
“What I…”
“Go to Grady is all I can tell you Christine.”
I slam the receiver down, a throw on a white T and jeans, grab my purse, keys and rush out.
“Come on” pulling Frederick by the arm.
“Where we going?”
“Come on” I scream. I think I feel a migraine creeping.
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