8
Keisha
Damn, I gotta get some place to stay. This fuckin’ shit is gettin’ on my last nerve. Shit, it’s like these motherfuckers don’t die. After staying at the cheap hotel for a few nights, Keisha desperately wanted to leave. The roaches moving about made her skin crawl; every way she looked, every drawer she pulled open. Shit, we had these bad boys but damn at least it was under control, she thought, shaking out her knapsack over the tub. One, two, three flew out her bag . . . Oh hell fuckin’ no!
Keisha shook her bag one last time and nothing came out. She took a small duffel bag out the closet, and packed the few hanging clothes and a small shopping bag filled with undergarments. She had one option and that was Nicole. The only downside foreseen was Nicole’s stalker ways. Keisha could remember the first time she met Nicole; it was fun.
“I have a delivery.”
“Okay, who’s it from?” Nicole asked.
“Umm . . . Shore Real Estate. Are you going to let me in? I have other deliveries to make.”
“Oh no, yo’ ass comin’ up here because I definitely want yo’ name so I can let your boss know how rude you are.”
The door buzzed loudly. Keisha walked up two flights of stairs and saw a young woman with pale white skin, deep-set blue eyes, brunette hair, and a skinny body type with her hand on her hip and a pen and paper in her hand. Damn, I could have sworn she was black.
In her most sincere voice Keisha said, “I’m sorry, miss, but it’s been a long day and I—”
“Oh, why so apologetic now?”
Keisha didn’t care what came out her mouth and wanted to see just how far she could push it. “’Cause yo’ ass white and I could lose my job!” Keisha showed her pearly whites.
Nicole tried to keep a straight face, but eventually busted out in laughter.
“So if I was black it would still make it okay for you to be so fuckin’ rude? Just come in,” Nicole said, leaving the door open.
Keisha watched as she moved her unexpectedly full, round ass from side to side. She wasn’t aware that there was a mirror exposing her facial expression.
“You like what you see?”
Keisha stood still and quickly turned her head. “Huh?”
“It’s okay, you can look.” Nicole smiled.
“Nah, I ain’t like that.”
“You ain’t like that? I can smell someone like you a mile away. I just don’t see this look for you.” Nicole pointed to Keisha’s fatigue pants and worn out green T-shirt.
It was Keisha’s turn to laugh. “I only dress like this when I feel like it. Umm, anyway can you sign this ’cause I’ve already taken up too much of your time.” Keisha handed her the clipboard.
Nicole licked her lips. “Yeah, no problem, but I’ma still call yo’ boss.”
“Wow and here I thought we were past that.” Keisha pouted as she reached for the clipboard.
Nicole liked the challenge of turning girls out, especially when all they needed was a little push. “Okay, I’ll make a deal with you only ’cause you’re so cute. Why don’t you stop back when you get off of work later? Maybe I can dress you up a little, show you how much fun you can really have.”
“And you won’t call my boss and try to get me fired?”
“Depends on how much you let me dress you up,” Nicole said, smiling.
After that day Keisha was introduced to another world, a free world, where no one hid their wants or needs. Nicole showed her different urges and allowed her to be herself without repercussions. Although, after a while, it seemed that Nicole had more in mind. A few times a week Keisha would stop by and they would flirt, play games, smoke a little until it became more of a routine.
Keisha wasn’t ready to show herself to the people who mattered; it was more comfortable for her to play a role with people she didn’t care about. Having fun with Nicole was just a pastime when Keisha didn’t want to work or she needed a weed break. It became different when Nicole started calling every hour, trying to find out when she was coming by, or making plans like they was in a relationship. She wanted to go out more and more and started showing all types of PDA (public displays of affection) movements.
After Nicole showed that she wanted more Keisha slowed everything down; she stopped coming by and pumped the brakes on their intimate episodes. Keisha liked Nicole, but not enough to start a relationship or show her true colors. Now she was in a binding predicament; she needed a place to stay. Nicole was the only person she could think of who would put her up with no questions asked, but could Keisha withstand the power Nicole would have over her?
Keisha grabbed her knapsack, threw it on her back, snatched the duffel bag off the bed, and walked her bike out the room. She headed down to the lobby to permanently check out. Keisha pulled out her phone and dialed Nicole. “Hey.”
“Hey, stranger, what’s up wit’ you?” Nicole asked enthusiastically.
“Is yo’ offer still good?” Keisha hoped she was making the right decision.
“Of course, when you comin’?” Nicole’s voice was eager.
“I’ll be there in an hour or so,” Keisha said flatly.
Keisha handed her room key to the clerk at the desk and headed out the door. She threw the straps of her duffel bag over her shoulder and took hold of the handlebars of her bike and walked out into the night air. She decided to take the train instead of riding her bike all the way uptown; besides, she didn’t think she had enough energy to make it there.
After finally making it to Nicole’s house it was obvious to Keisha that other plans were in place.
“Hey, baby, I’m so happy you came,” Nicole greeted her in a sheer white robe at the door.
Keisha wanted to ravish her on the spot, but didn’t. Instead she rolled her bike past her and dropped the bags from her shoulders. “Damn, I’m beat.”
Excited that Keisha was there Nicole rushed to close the door and hugged her from behind. “Mmm, I missed you.”
“We ain’t gonna get into that now. I’m tired as shit and all I want is a decent shower and a warm bed,” Keisha said, prying Nicole’s hands from around her waist.
“Okay, that’s fine for now, but I ain’t gonna go for that too long now that you staying with me. Anyway, look what I picked up for you the other day.” Nicole headed to the hallway closet and pulled out a shopping bag. She reached into the bag and pulled out black and red spandex pants with a fitted shirt to match.
“Who’s wearing that?”
“You don’t like it? It’s hot to death. Your body will have everybody drooling after you. I promise you that your tips will be bigger.” Nicole smiled.
“I’m not wearing that and I don’t get tips.”
“Okay, we’ll see.” Nicole put everything back into the bag and tossed it to the side.
“A’ight, whateva . . . lemme go take a shower.”
“You want company?” Nicole disrobed, revealing her nude body.
Keisha shook her head. Damn, this may just be trouble.