The Bezel’s home telephone rang at the hour that an emergency had to be afoot. The call startled the entire household. Kareem and Delores said hello into the phone simultaneously.
The voice on the other end was Marquis’. It was 1:47 a.m.
Delores politely told him, “Marquis, Kareem has a cell phone. You can call him on that this time of the night. But I’d prefer if you didn’t disturb him this time of the night, either, but that’s his prerogative.”
“Sorry, Ms. Delores.”
They all hung up. Kareem didn’t utter a word. He called Marquis’ cell phone and when he answered, he barked, “Are you out of your mind?” He was so bossy, and that irritated Marquis, but hey, who cared. “Why the fuck would you call my house phone this damn late.”
“Chill. I hit the wrong speed dial. Meet me at the 40-40 Club.”
“Mar-Mar, you gotta be kidding me. It’s two in the fucking morning.”
“Listen, it’s an after-after party, over at noon, and Jay-Z has plenty of rich bitches at his club trying to fuck.”
“By the time I get dressed, drive to Amtrak, get the 4 a.m. train, it’ll be six by the time I get a hotel room.”
“Perfect timing. The other clubs will be closing and the bitches will flood the 40-40.”
This fool says perfect timing.
Kareem got up and grabbed a quick shower using the half bathroom in the basement to avoid having to lie to his mother. He slipped on a Burberry denim suit and a Dolce & Gabbana denim tuxedo shirt. He grabbed his “H” icon printed Hermes coat and slipped on Versace military boots. He would lace them at 30th Street.
***
Dre exited off the E-way in King of Prussia, relieved that Tasha and Talibah did not talk shit the entire ride back. His mind swirled with thoughts of Tasha’s and his future. Is this the beginning of the end? He turned into his neighborhood and passed through his street en route to Tasha’s mom crib. He rode pass his house, and Tasha had her head rested on his shoulder. Suddenly, he jerked and she moved, not understanding what made him shake. He leaned up to be sure that he looked at his brother’s Lexus pull out the driveway, and turned toward the Schuylkill Expressway.
Where could he be going? Dre looked at the car clock and this late. He vowed to stay out of Kareem’s business just as he expected Kareem to stay out of his. With that in mind he continued to drive as if the incident had not occurred.
***
Two hours later, in a taxi, Kareem instructed the driver to take him to Fifth Avenue and 59th Street. The driver deposited him in front of the world-renowned Plaza Hotel. If the kid in Home Alone Lost in New York could get over on the hotel, he could. This had been Kareem’s millionth-time checking into the hotel under a different name. He was amazed that the front desk clerks remembered his face and personality, but not his name. After he paid the cab fare, Audrey Hepburn’s automated voice encouraged him to, “Have a nice day!”
He approached the front desk and paid for a hotel suite with a David Kritz check, at a nightly rate of $749.99. He also left an additional $200 check as a deposit for telephone and other incidentals. The clerk passed him a gold, metal key and an additional key for the room safe. Key in hand, he asked, “Can I write you guys a check in exchange for some cash?”
“Sure, of course.”
Five minutes later, he put $500 in his pocket and was left with two checks to go. God, I love this.
At 6:15 in the morning, he grabbed a taxi to West 25th to the 40-40 Lounge, the newest hot spot since the Lotus’ fame faded.
Once there, an enormous line greeted him. He exited the taxi and looked for the bouncer. Kareem found him, and gave him the $500 from the Plaza front desk. He was then whisked past the line.
Kareem scanned the club. Cristall, Courvoisier, and ecstasy floated everywhere. There was a select few of the celebrity party heads up in VIP. Amidst all that debauchery, he had yet to spot Marquis and could not reach him by phone. He was tapped on the shoulder by a sexy, chocolate woman. She signaled for him to join her on the dance floor. Lil’ Kim’s and 50 Cents’ Magic Stick blared through the system, so he took her up on her offer.
Later, while at the bar with his dance partner, Rochelle, he got a call from Marquis, who told him, “Meet me over at the second floor unisex bathroom, pronto.”
“Aiight,” he responded. He excused himself from Rochelle to make his way to the bathroom after ensuring that she would be there when he returned.
At the bathroom, he found Marquis outside with a blonde- haired Eve look-a-like. “I like your style, nigga,” he told Marquis referring to Eve.
“Oh, that’s just for the night. I have Asian and white blondes where that came from.”
“Okay, Playa.”
Marquis and Kareem chatted for a moment before Kareem told him that he had Rochelle waiting for him at the bar. Then he added, “We can roll to my hotel,” picking up the lyrics of Cassidy’s song that blared in the background.
Back with Rochelle, they exchanged words, but Kareem kept in mind if you’re at an after-after party, you’re looking to get into a one night stand. “Let’s stop kidding ourselves. You fuckin’?” Kareem was bold, as he stared deep into her eyes. There was something appealing about her after a few drinks.
She eagerly replied, “You’re spot or mine?” “Mine. I’m from Philly and at the Plaza.” “Oh, the Plaza.”
“Hold up I’m the catch, not the hotel.” “Don’t flatter yourself, cutie”
***
At the hotel, Kareem sent Marquis to the room with the ladies and he headed for the front desk.
“Yes, I’ll need to cash a check,” he told the new clerk on duty.
“Sure, for how much?”
“Five hundred.”
With an additional $500 in hand, Kareem headed to the
room and joined the others for breakfast.
After breakfast, Marquis and Eve retreated to the bed that
was toward the far side of the room. Rochelle was seated on the sofa, sipping a mimosa. Kareem sat next to her, and then he got up and dimmed the light to its lowest level. He turned on the TV and bought a rated X film. He then walked back over to Rochelle and slipped his dick into her mouth. This was why he was not pressed to fuck Toi. He whored other woman.
Like a whale eating a fish snack, she licked the head, and then licked down the entire shaft. Before long, her mouth was wrapped around his manhood. She enjoyed herself so much that she aggressively tried to devour him whole, but there was a little more than an inch that she didn’t manage to swallow.
Kareem pulled her up, and they both stripped down to nothing. Rochelle got up on all fours on the edge of the bed, hungry for him to take her from behind. He tried to roughly slide his manhood into her pussy inch by inch, but she pushed back and vacuum-sucked his entire piece into her. So, this is how she wants it! Kareem grabbed her hips, got up on his tiptoes and dug inside of her viciously. She loved his thrusts so much that she pulled away, laid on her back with her waist hanging off the edge of the bed. He tossed her legs onto his shoulder and nailed her like a construction worker building a house from the ground up.
Next to them, Marquis had Eve on the edge of bed in doggy style. Amazingly, Eve found Rochelle’s breasts in her mouth. Her tongue biting respectfully on the nipples to subdue the pain that Marquis bestowed upon her. Marquis looked at Kareem who experienced his first lesbian affair and smiled. He mouthed, “Watch this,” to his best friend.
Marquis pushed Kareem back from Rochelle, and he slid out of her. His dick hung in the air for the women to admire. Marquis tapped Rochelle and told her to lay in front of Eve with her wet pussy right in her face. He pulled Rochelle hard onto his dick and demanded her to, “Eat it!”
For a few moments, Kareem watched in admiration. Wanting back in the action, he climbed on the bed and straddled over Rochelle’s face, dick in her mouth. Unable to really fuck her mouth the way he wanted to, he pulled her up and slammed his dick inside of her with her legs back on his shoulders. After a considerable amount of probing, he felt Eve nibbling on his ass cheeks, before her tongue found his balls.
When Marquis was ready to explode, he threw Eve to the bed and let go all over her face. Thirsty, Eve pulled Kareem out of Rochelle and deep-throated him until her lips touched his balls. When he exploded, she got up, went to the bathroom and showered as if nothing happened.