The Art of Deceit

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 going 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 into 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.”

She walked out of the suite, and that was the last of Miss Thick. Tay’von was out for the rest of the night. And as for me, I just blazed and watched movies in the living room area until I fell asleep. I wondered if Miss Thick went home halfway pissed but still excited that she had got to fuck the star of her dreams. She and Tay had both got what they wanted, and now I just hoped that all my desires were within reach.

“Tangie, go to bed,” Tay said as he tried to wake me up.

“What time is it?” I said, barely awake.

“It’s ten in the morning.”

I sat up and looked around. I must have passed out on the couch.

“Are you going to bed, or are you going to stay up and have some coffee?” he asked.

“Coffee.”

He walked over to the coffeemaker and poured me a cup. I rolled my eyes at him when he came back over to the couch and handed me the cup.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the couch,” Tay said while smiling.

“Why don’t you just shut the fuck up!” I yelled as he laughed at me.

He already knew the deal. I had always been a tad bit nasty in the mornings, so it didn’t bother him much. He was used to it.

“I wonder how someone who looks so good could act so ugly?” he said.

He was just trying to piss me off, so I didn’t answer him. But if he wanted to play these games, I knew just how to get him.

“I want to go shopping.”

“You just went shopping the other day, Tangie. What is it that you need now?”

I smiled, and he caught on to what I was doing.

“Fine. You can go shopping, but you have to take Shamika.” Now he was really laughing.

I just got up and went into the bathroom. I took a shower and got dressed. When I was done, Carl and Tony were in the living room area, listening to Tay go on about the night that he had had. Carl was trying to act like he was all into it, but I read his true feelings as soon as I joined them. I sat and listened to them as I smoked a blunt.

Tay shook his head. “Damn, Tangie. How about eating something first?”

“I know you’re not talking, Tay’von. You wake up with a blunt in your mouth. Anyways, I’m going to have some breakfast downstairs.”

I stood up and grabbed my purse. Tay’von stood up and gave me a long kiss. It had been so strained between us for the past week that I just didn’t know how to take his show of affection. I wanted him to take me into the bedroom and give me some of the good dick that he had given to Miss Thick, but I knew that he wouldn’t. Instead, he walked me to the door.

“Hey, Tangie, I’ve been meaning to talk to you,” he said in a low voice. “I know that I have been standoffish, and I have been feeling really bad about it. I just can’t get over what went down. I have never had a night where I didn’t remember anything. I just want you to know that I love you, baby. Now, I know that I really didn’t want you to come on tour with me at first, but I have really enjoyed you being here.”

He pulled me close and hugged me for a long time. I hugged him back. I knew that he really meant what he had said. I knew that he truly loved me, but I just didn’t know where this love would take us. I didn’t know why I just couldn’t let love be. It was like I could love only the things people did for me or gave me. I had to get it together and find a way to accept it when people really loved me.

* * *

On my way down to breakfast, I stopped and asked Shamika if she wanted to go shopping. She said no but came down to eat with me. Once we got to the hotel restaurant, we saw Amira leaving. But she stopped to say hi.

“So what’s good to eat?” I asked her.

She told us that all she had had was coffee, so she didn’t know. Shamika and I just stood there looking at her as she looked me up and down. I started to blush and wished that Shamika wasn’t standing next to me. Her comments before about Amira had let me know that she was too interested in her lesbian lifestyle. I knew that she would have something to say the minute Amira walked away, and honestly, I just wanted to enjoy that moment with Amira and not think about the bullshit that would follow.

“Well, I’m going to head back up to my room,” Amira said before getting closer to me and whispering, “Damn, you’re looking good. I hope you look this eatable tonight.” Then she just walked away, as if everything was normal.

I stood there, wanting to turn around and watch her walk away, but I knew that Shamika was standing beside me. If she caught me staring at Amira’s ass, she was sure to make a big deal out of it.

“You two seem to be getting close. You better watch out, Tangie. That bitch is a dyke. I just know it.”

“Oh, give it up, Shamika. Who cares what she is? She’s just being friendly,” I said as I walked to a table.

She could tell that I was agitated and tried to make light of her comments. “Girl, I was just saying, she always acts like she don’t like men. Hell, I haven’t seen her with one. And I don’t think that she likes me, anyways, so I can say whatever the hell I want.”

I wanted to tell Shamika that Amira didn’t like her, because she was so cold toward her anytime she came around, but I let it go.

“Did you ever call your friend about Black?” Shamika asked once we were seated.

Damn. I hadn’t even realized that with everything that was going on, I had gotten off track with what I had planned for Miss Shamika.

“Girl, don’t even worry about it. You know I got you, and when the ball starts rolling for you and Black, trust me, you’ll know it,” I answered her without a second thought.

We ate our breakfast; then she headed upstairs. I headed to the lobby and told the limo driver to take me to the best shops in Philly.

I shopped hard and got back to the hotel around four in the afternoon, and the bellboy helped me with my bags. When we got up to the suite, I heard some laughter coming from the bedroom. I shushed the bellboy and handed him a fifty-dollar tip. He left quietly, and I made my way to the bedroom without making a sound. As soon as I got close enough to hear everything, I knew exactly who was in the bedroom with Tay.

“Come on, tell me, how much are you pulling in a year?”

I could hear Tay’von laughing at the person’s question.

“Why do you want to know? I’m sure your man is making some good money.”

“Yeah, but he isn’t Mr. Too Fine. I see how everyone treats you like you’re a king, and my man doesn’t get that. Just tell me how much you make.”

I heard movement in the room. Then Tay laughed and said, “You better stop before Tangie comes in here and hears you. You know she’ll whup your ass.”

“Please, I’m from the hood. I ain’t all prissy with my shit like she is. I’ll whup her ass before she whups mine.”

“Is that right? Well, just because Tangie is proper and all doesn’t mean that she isn’t nice with the hands. Don’t sleep on her. I don’t even play fight with her anymore, ’cause she gets too wild and tries to kill me.”

Now I heard the person laugh along with Tay.

“Man, fuck Tangie. When are you gonna let me get some of that good shit? I bet Tangie can’t get down like I can. I’m not one of them bitches who just lie there and take the dick. I’m going to give it back to you.”

“Stop playing around. You know that I don’t even get down like that. Plus, with Tangie on tour with me, I’m not even trying to do nothing crazy and have her go off on me,” I heard Tay’von answer halfway truthfully.

I just couldn’t believe this shit. This was the last person that I would ever think would come at Tay’von like this.

“Come on, Tay. Let me get just a little taste. What, you some kind of bitch or something?”

At first, I didn’t hear anything. Then I heard a bang, like someone had been pushed against a wall.

“You’re the bitch, and I’m sure you know that. Did you really think that calling me a bitch, nigga, was going to make me fuck you? Hell, having sex with you would make me less than any man that I know. I’m not going to fuck you just to prove something.”

“Come on, Tay, let go of my neck. I really can’t breathe,” the person said, straining to get the words out.

“The next time you think about testing me, you better think again. Now, get your fucking ass out of here. And if you ever try some shit like this again, you will be off this tour and out of a job.”

“But, Tay, I was just—”

That was all I heard. I walked back to the door, opened and closed it to make it sound like I was just getting in. I heard the bedroom door fly open, so that it would appear like it had never been closed.

“Baby, I’m back,” I yelled as I tried to keep my nice face on. I didn’t want them to think that I had heard anything.

Tay came walking out of the bedroom quickly. “Hey, baby, how was shopping? Did you get everything that you need?” Tay was talking a mile a minute.

Then the backstabbing bitch came out second. “Hey, Tangie. I just came up to see if Tay had any smoke. Did you enjoy your shopping?”

I looked at them and held my tongue. “So where’s the smoke that you came up for? Did Tay have any?” I asked her.

They both looked at one another, but no one answered.

I broke the silence. “I know that when I left this morning, we had a big bag. Did you get some?”

Tay’von stumbled to find the right words. “I, um, I, I couldn’t remember where I put the bag.” He chuckled nervously.

I looked over at the coffee table, and the bag was sitting on it in plain view. I didn’t say anything. I just walked over to the couch and sat in front of the bag of weed. Without even looking at them, I started to roll up a jay. After rolling it, I lit it and took a deep pull. There was no need for me to say anything. I knew that they knew what I was thinking when they looked at each other with a “Do you think she knows anything?” expression on their faces.

“Well, I’m going to get out of here,” the bitch said as they walked toward the door.

“That’s funny,” I said. “You’re going to leave without getting the weed you came up here for? I know Tay said that he didn’t know where it was, but now that I have found it, come over here and get some.”

That ho-ass bitch looked over at Tay, then walked over to me. You would think that with all that shit they were talking in the bedroom, they would be bolder with their shit. It took everything that I had in me not to fuck this bitch up. But I had bigger plans for them. This bitch held her hand out, and I put a good amount of weed in it.

“If this bag was a snake, it would have bitten you,” I said, sounding very sarcastic.

Once that bitch left, I got to thinking. Everything that Tay had told me before I left that morning meant nothing to me after what I had just heard. Okay, so he didn’t fuck that ho, but there had to be something in the air that would make someone come at you like that. It never came out of nowhere. I just kept smoking, hoping that I would calm down.

“I was thinking that maybe we can go out tonight. How does dinner and a club sound?” Tay watched me closely as he asked me his question.

“Well, have a good time,” I answered him.

“I am talking about you and me going out. I don’t want to go by myself.”

I stood up and walked right past him. “Nah. I got plans,” I said as I walked into the bedroom and closed the door.

I took a long bath and tried to relax, but it was not working. I just didn’t understand how someone could have the balls to challenge me, even if I was not there. Although it pissed me off, I was just going to have to put this on the back burner. As I soaked in the tub, I sniffed what seemed like half of Cuba up my nose. I had really been trying to cut back, but every time I felt shitty, that was the first thing I did. I got out of the tub at the same time Tay came into the bedroom and sat on the bed.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“Out with Amira,” I answered him as I started getting dressed.

“Since when have you and Amira started hanging out?”

“Was I supposed to ask you first? Or was I supposed to tell you that her and I have become friendly?”

“Tangie, I’m just asking. It’s not like you and her were friends before this tour.”

He was getting on my last nerve. How dare he question me? It was not like he walked around here, telling me about everything he did or would do.

“Well, Tay, just be happy that you know now. I just don’t see what the big deal is. It’s not like I’m going out with another man or anything. Just calm down and roll some weed up for me.”

He did as I asked, and I finished getting dressed. As I prepared to leave, Tay handed me two blunts and I gave him a kiss.

“Why don’t you call Black and see if he wants to go to a strip club or something?” I suggested.

He told me that he would call, and I turned around and left the suite. I went downstairs and knocked on Amira’s door. She opened it, and I took in a deep breath. She could have been Alicia Keys’s body double for the “Karma” video. As soon as I laid eyes on her, my mind flashed back to the part of the video where Alicia had on a turquoise one-piece. Amira’s hair was long, with bangs just like Alicia Keys’s. Her top was even turquoise, but instead of a one-piece, Amira had on a pair of tight jeans. She had dressed up her look with some nice heels. This was the most feminine I had ever seen her.

“Wow! You look really nice,” I told her as my eyes searched her body.

“Thanks. I just thought that I would dress it up for you a little,” she said as she mimicked me and roamed my body with her eyes.

I had on short denim shorts and a tight black lace top, with thigh-high black lace boots. She asked me to turn around so that she could get a whole-body view of my outfit.

“Damn, girl. You look like you should be walking somebody’s runway.”

I thanked her as she let me into her room.

“Have a seat while I finish getting ready.”

I sat on the edge of her bed and pulled out the weed that Tay had rolled for me. I waited for her to come out of the bathroom and handed her one of the blunts. She took it and leaned against the dresser as she sparked up. As we smoked, she kept giving me these sexy looks. I didn’t know if it was the weed, but I gave them right back to her. She smiled, licked her little pink lips, and flicked the ashes from the blunt into an ashtray. I kept thinking about her doing all kinds of nasty things to me, and I couldn’t stop as her eyes become sexy small slits the higher she got. The feeling was new to me, and I didn’t know if I wanted to fight it. There was a big part of me that wanted to feel something new . . . and she was most certainly that something new.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked, as if she already knew what thoughts had been running through my mind.

I smiled and crossed my legs. “Oh, I was just thinking about how good this weed is,” I lied, and she knew it as soon as the words left my mouth.

“Sure you are,” she said with a smile.

She came over to the bed and sat beside me. She was so close that every part of the right side of her body touched me. She leaned forward and put her elbows on her knees. She reached over and ran her finger across the part of my thigh that my boot did not cover, and said, “Yeah, that’s real nice.”

My body was so stiff that I couldn’t move it even if I wanted to. My body wanted her to take me, but my mind kept reminding me that I was not gay. She licked her lips and pulled her hand away.

“We better get out of here,” she said, as if she needed to stop herself from jumping the gun and doing something that might piss me off.

Yes, I gave off a vibe of interest, but I also clammed up whenever she got too close. She was just going to have to pay really close attention to me, and in time she would test me in every way imaginable. And that day, I didn’t know that she would start to do so soon.

When we got into the limo, we sat close together. She lit up a cigarette and made a comment about her having to stop smoking. She didn’t want smoking to affect her singing voice. I didn’t really have much to say, so I just sat there, wondering where the night would lead us. I stayed this way until we got to the poetry club.

When we pulled up to the club, the people in line broke their necks trying to see what famous person was coming to their well-known poetry club. As soon as we stepped out of the limo and people saw Amira, they wailed with joy. She took my hand, and we walked inside. Once inside, we were seated at a table that I was sure she had reserved over the phone. The host announced that Amira was in the club, then went on with the show.

We sat and listened to people sing their songs and recite their poetry. Halfway through the show, Amira told me that she had to go to the bathroom. The next thing I heard was the host announcing that Amira was about to take the stage.

Oh shit, I thought. Why didn’t she tell me that she is going up there?

“Hey, everyone. I wrote this poem last night, as I sat in my room, thinking about someone who has been driving me crazy. This person has got me thinking of some wild things that I would love to do to them. So I hope that you all let your imagination run wild, the same way I did last night. The name I gave to my thoughts is ‘If You Were Here Right Now.’”

She then pulled out a piece of paper and recited her poem. It went like this.

If you were here right now,

Imagine what we would do.

You’d have your arms around me,

While I’d be kissing you.

Our tongues would play together

Right before I suck your bottom lip.

I’d rub my hands slowly down your back

Until I reached your hips.

Then hold you close while we’re still passionately kissing,

Feeling everything that I have been missing.

But what else is new?

I wish our times together weren’t so far and few.

Is just the beginning of what I would do.

The whole time she read her poem, she looked right at me. I could feel every word that came out of her mouth. She read it with such emotion, such truth. Damn, what was I going to do? I felt like the whole room knew that the poem she was reading was about me.

When she finished reciting the poem, she got off the stage and came back to the table, with a smile on her face. She put her hand on my thigh and asked me what I thought about the performance. I turned around and faced her. Again, she was close enough to kiss. She slipped her hand higher up my thigh and slightly massaged it. I held on to the table while I answered her.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you were going up there?”

She moved her hand up higher, and I could feel her hand pulling aside my underwear.

“I wanted to see if it would make you wet,” she joked, but then again, her hand was now inside my panties and was rubbing my clit.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. What should I do? I knew that I needed to stop her, but this was feeling too good. I spread my legs wider as I looked into her eyes. She just kept licking her lips and working her fingers. I reached under the table and laid my hand on top of hers. I wanted to say something to her, but what?

“I see it worked. It’s a waterfall down there,” she said and smiled as she pulled her hand out of my shorts. Then she stood up.

I didn’t even realize that they had called her back to the stage to sing her latest single. While she was onstage, I went to the bathroom to get myself together. I also needed to powder my nose. Damn. This girl had my head spinning.

* * *

A half an hour later Amira and I were back in the car, heading to dinner. If it were up to me, we would be on our way to finish what she had started in the poetry club. But things hadn’t gone that way. We went to a restaurant she had chosen and ate dinner. After realizing that things had cooled off between us, I felt agitated and just wanted to go back to the hotel. She paid the bill, and once we got outside, I noticed that the limo was gone and all we had waiting for us was a taxi. Of course, this made me stop in my tracks.

“Uh, where’s the limo?”

“Calm down, Tangie. I know that you like to ride in style, but I just wanted to take you somewhere without having someone keeping an eye on us.”

“What about the taxi driver? I’m sure he knows who you are.”

“Don’t worry about it. He’s an old friend of mine. He’s cool. I trust him with my life.”

We got into the taxi, and she handed the driver an envelope that, I later found out, had five thousand dollars in it.

I looked over at her. “So where are we going?”

“Just wait and see. You don’t have a curfew, do you?” she joked.

I sat back and enjoyed the ride. Her friend sparked up, and we all smoked. Amira took in a deep pull and covered my mouth with hers. After pushing the smoke in my mouth, she slipped me her tongue. She kissed me deeply and ran her hands all over my body. Suddenly she stopped kissing me but kept her hands on me.

“Damn, girl. You got me going crazy. Stop the car,” she told her friend.

He stopped on a dark road, and she got out of the car. As soon as I stepped out, she grabbed me and kissed me. She pushed me against the car as she pulled off my belt. Then she pulled away and led me to the front of the taxi. I sat on the hood and pulled off my shorts. The only light out there was from the taxi’s headlights, and it was just enough to let both of us see what we had been fantasizing about. Her friend just sat in the car and watched us, as if what we were doing was done every day.

“You sure you want to do this?” she asked.

I didn’t answer her. I just leaned back so that she could pull off my underwear. She pulled it off while I pulled off my shirt.

There we were, in the middle of trees and darkness, and all I had on was my bra and six-inch thigh-high boots. She leaned on top of me and kissed me. It was a long and hungry kiss. She made a trail with her wet tongue down to my nipples, and I moaned openly. Her fingers rubbed my clit without her slipping any inside me. She licked all over my chest and stomach. She acted as if she knew that I wanted her to taste me, but she was making things move at her own speed.

When her lips finally reached my clit, I thought that I was going to die. Her soft little pink lips rubbed my opening. She had my legs spread and had my boots pointing in the air as she pushed her face into me. First, I felt her tongue slide in and out of me, then up and down on my clit. She nibbled on it lightly as I moved my hips with her tongue. I wanted this feeling to last forever.

The noise of her trying to detach my clit from my body was the only sound that could be heard, so I figured it was okay to let loose. I screamed with heated lust as she ate my pussy with passion. Her hands roamed my body as she worked me with her mouth. As my body jerked and moved around, I almost slipped off the hood of the car, but she picked me up and put me right back on top of it. She went back to work. Minutes later, she pulled her head away and held my lips open. Then she pulled off her shirt and rubbed her hard, perky nipple up and down my clit. Shit, she was doing things to me that I had never even thought of. After doing one nipple, she did the other, then went back down and sucked my clit.

Pulling away never crossed my mind. This was different, it was new, and I loved everything about it. I wanted everything that she was giving. She fucked me with her tongue, and I fucked it back. I loved the feeling of something long, wet, and smooth sliding in and out of me. When she stopped and stood up, I leaned forward so that I could tell her to keep on going, but she put her finger against my lips and shushed me. Then she put her hand on the back of my neck and pushed my mouth toward her nipples. I sucked on them, tasting myself. She leaned her head back and enjoyed my touch. I unbuckled her jeans and pulled them down halfway. I wanted to pleasure her the same way she had pleasured me. I got off the hood of the car and got on my knees in front of her. Before I could do anything, she pulled me back up. She got close to me and whispered tenderly in my ear.

“No, not now. I want you to make sure that you are ready to taste me.”

And with that, she slid two fingers inside me, while I reached down and played with her clit. She fucked me with her fingers better than any man had done with his dick. She thought that she would make me cum before her, but I got to her first. I could feel her body start to tremble as my fingers became really wet from her juices. She closed her eyes, and I could feel her body stiffen as she stopped moving her fingers and came. When she was done, she opened her eyes and had a look of shock on her face. I figured that maybe she wasn’t expecting me to know anything about a woman’s body. I pulled my hands away from her and sat back down on the hood of the car. She put her hand against my chest and pushed my back against the hood. She rubbed her finger down my clit, then put one back inside me. She moved her fingers slowly, getting them really wet. She took them out and ran her fingers up and down my asshole. She put her face back into me and flicked her tongue against my clit real fast.

She kept rubbing my ass, and with the other hand, she finger fucked me. My body shook violently as I screamed her name. I opened my legs as wide as I could and let her give it to me. Even after I came, she kept on going. Her tongue moved from my clit to my ass and back up again. She wasn’t trying to make me cum again; she just couldn’t pull herself away. She loved the taste of me and wanted to savor it. I loved the way she was making me feel, and I didn’t mind letting her continue.

Her friend got out of the taxi and came and stood beside her. He looked down at my bare pussy and smiled. Amira just kept on licking, as if he were still in the car.

“I think that we should get out of here. It’s getting late,” he told her, but she didn’t move, so he just stood there watching.

I also sat up and leaned on elbows to watch as I lifted up and wound my hips.

“Damn, A. You’re turning her ass out already,” the taxi driver said as Amira stood up and pulled up her pants.

She helped me up, and I got dressed. We never made it back to the hotel like we had planned on doing. We ended up at her friend’s apartment for rounds two and three.