Sunny rain, p.16
Sunny Rain, page 16
“Nice. Will they massage through the clothes, or do we have to get naked?” I asked.
“That’s up to you. Do what makes you feel comfortable. It’s a bathroom around the corner where people can change. I’ve got plenty of extra towels in there. I’m going to finish putting on my makeup. Would you mind getting the door for the guests?”
“Of course. Is it anything else I can help with?”
“Yeah, you can set up the food in the kitchen. Let me show you.” Natalie led me upstairs to the kitchen.
“The wine glasses are in the top cabinet. You can put those where the guests can see them. The fruit bowls are in the fridge. And the crackers are in the shopping bag.”
“All right I’ll handle this. You go finish getting ready. It’s getting late.”
Natalie disappeared to her bedroom. A short while later, Leslie and Gi Gi showed up. They were amazed at the outstanding job Natalie did transforming her home. The three of us were standing in the kitchen drinking wine when Natalie returned, looking stunning. She wore a black knit tunic with leggings. The three-inch leopard print shoes completed the look.
“Girl, those shoes are gorgeous. Look at you outdoing us,” Gi Gi said.
“Oh, stop it,” Natalie replied. “Y’all look fine. I have to be a little more dressed up because I’m the host.”
I looked down at my purple sweater with bootleg jeans. Suddenly felt ordinary. And I’d put great effort into picking my outfit today. Natalie always managed to one-up everyone.
We chatted while waiting on the rest of the guests to arrive. By the time the entertainment arrived, the party was in full swing. The women waited anxiously, as the men set up and prepared to pamper them.
Vertical Joyride was the tallest of the three. He stood six feet four, with smooth velvet skin. He gave new meaning to the word “fine.” Mandingo was the most muscular of the group. He stood about six feet, with deep-set bedroom eyes. The deep octave of his voice reminded me of a younger Barry White. Chocolate Thunder was the most exotic looking of the three. At six feet two, he commanded the women’s attention by merely standing there. His name says it all.
The men changed into their costumes—tiny bikini briefs and nothing else—as the ladies stood around smiling, anxious to get the party started. Mandingo and Vertical Joyride did manicures and pedicures upstairs while Chocolate Thunder did massages in the basement.
Everyone seemed to be having a good time. Natalie did an excellent job making sure we were having a good time. The bubbly swashed in the wine glasses as the small group mingled.
Leslie was first in line for the manicure and pedicure. I hung back, not wanting to appear too anxious. Leslie motioned for me to sit near her when she was receiving a pedicure from Mandingo.
“Girl, you gotta get one. This is heaven,” Leslie sighed. Mandingo sensually massaged Leslie’s feet. He looked as if he was having just as much fun as Leslie. Leslie giggled and flirted shamelessly throughout her massage. She occasionally rubbed his chest and his smooth, bald head.
I was next. I removed my shoes and placed my feet in the warm water. Mandingo took his time massaging my feet. The tension melted away, as I laid back on the plush sofa and slipped into a state of pure bliss. Never knew a foot massage could be so sensual. Didn’t want him to ever stop.
“How did you like it?” Mandingo wiggled my pinkie.
“I loved it. Thanks.” I gave Mandingo a five-dollar tip and joined Leslie in the family room.
“My toes almost dry,” she told me, “I’m next in line for a massage from Chocolate. So, Are you having fun?”
I took a swig of wine. Could feel a buzz coming on. “Of course. I never had a foot massage like that before. Girl, I can’t find the right words to describe it.”
Leslie nodded. “I told you it was heaven. Girl, imagine coming home to that every night.”
I said, “I would never leave home.” “I know that’s right.”
Gi Gi joined us. She was grinning ear to ear. I asked Gi Gi, “How was your pedicure?” “Fabulous. He had me speaking in tongue.” We all cracked up.
“Are you going to get a massage too,” Leslie asked Gi Gi. “I’m running out of tip money and time.”
“That’s too bad. Girl, you don’t know what you’re missing,” Leslie said.
Natalie tapped the side of her glass to get everyone’s attention. “Ladies I’ve been asked many times today if you have to remove your clothes for the massage. That’s totally up to you. There’s a bathroom down there if you wish to do so. Are there any other issues that need to be addressed?” No one replied. “Good. Then carry on.”
It seemed like it took forever for my turn with Chocolate Thunder. The room smelled of freshly burned incense. Soothing music blared through the speaker. I sat in the leather recliner, polishing off my third glass of wine. Chocolate Thunder disinfected the massage table. Enjoyed watching him leaning over that table, wiping away.
“What type of massage do you want?” Chocolate Thunder asked.
I walked toward the table. “I don’t care, whichever you do.” “Are you going to keep your clothes on?”
“I don’t know. Which is better?”
“It’s a lot easier if I don’t have to fumble with clothes, but it’s up to you. If you want to change, the bathroom is around the corner.”
The alcohol had me feeling a nice buzz. I felt like doing something wild. What the hell.
“I’ll get undressed,” I headed to the bathroom. Returned wearing a towel and nothing else.
Chocolate Thunder helped me on the table. “What type of pressure do you like?”
I laid face down. “Medium.”
Chocolate Thunder placed a blanket over me, leaving my back revealed.
“Let me know if it’s too much.” Chocolate Thunder removed my towel, placing another one below my waist. He slowly began massaging my back. I thought the foot rub was heaven, but this was out of this world.
The warm sensation made me tingle like never before. Chocolate Thunder applied baby oil and slowly worked the kinks out of my back. This man really does know what he‘s doing. He had me on cloud nine. My body temperature quickly rose.
After a while, his hands traveled south to my round ass. “May I?”
“Yes, don’t stop.”
Chocolate Thunder firmly rubbed my ass with pleasure. Made my pussy throb. I moaned.
Chocolate Thunder hovered over me. He whispered in my ear. “How you like that?”
“Oh, I love it.”
Chocolate Thunder’s hands traveled farther south. He inserted two fingers into my juicy pussy. I opened my legs wider to allow him more access. The sensation felt so incredible I thought I had died and gone to heaven.
Chocolate Thunder turned me on my back. He placed my hand on his growing penis. His dick was enormous. Wasn’t sure if I could handle all that. Massaged his penis until it stiffened in my hand. He rubbed my scarred breast firmly then inserted it in his mouth. Made me beg for more. Chocolate Thunder put on a condom from his bag. His massive dick slid quickly in and out of my love hole.
The pleasuring pain sent me to new heights. Never had I felt so alive. I moaned loudly, no longer aware of my surroundings. Chocolate Thunder kissed my lips to muffle the sound. Suddenly my legs began shaking uncontrollably. The big O!
Natalie Ellis
Damn, I hate Mondays. I entered my foyer and quickly slipped off my five-inch heels.
“Bryce?”
No answer. Hmm, that‘s strange.
The whole house was dark and quiet, as if abandoned. Bryce’s car was in the garage, so I thought he’d be home from his business trip. I dropped my purse and bag on the sofa and went upstairs to search the house.
I found Bryce in the bedroom sitting in his favorite chair in the dark.
I turned on the floor lamp. “Why are you sitting in the dark?” “Thinking.”
“Where’s BJ?”
“At my Mom’s,” he said without looking at me. “What’s wrong? Why are you acting so strange?”
He held a clear baggie containing a condom wrapper. “What’s that?” I asked.
“You tell me. I found it in the bathroom downstairs.” “I don’t know. It’s… it’s not mine,” I stammered.
Bryce stood and slammed the baggie to the floor. “Cut the bullshit, Natalie.”
“Baby you gotta believe me. It’s not mine. It must be from the party.”
“What type of party was this? You didn’t tell me men were coming,” Bryce snapped.
“You didn’t ask. I told you I was having a pamper party, and that’s exactly what I did. Don’t blame me if someone slept with one of the strippers.”
Bryce yelled, “Strippers?” “They didn’t strip—”
“You had some nasty ass strippers in my house?” Bryce inter- rupted.
“Would you just calm down so I can tell you what happened?” “Why, ” asked Bryce, “so you can feed me more lies?”
“We hired three men who do dance, and they give massages, manicures, and pedicures. We did not hire them to dance for us. All they were supposed to do was pamper us. It was not some wild freaky party that you are thinking. Someone obviously did have sex with one of the men, but it wasn’t me. Honey, I love you and would never cheat on you, especially not in our home.” I said, as I wrapped my arms around his muscular chest.
Bryce pulled out of my grip. “Why did you lie in the first place?”
“I don’t know. I was stupid. I guess I thought if you knew they were strippers too, you wouldn’t have wanted me to have the party. I’m sorry, baby.”
Bryce shook his head, “You’ve been acting real strange lately. Picking fights, working extra hours…”
“Geez, would you stop it? Yes, I have been cranky lately. A child on my caseload was killed. Don’t you think that is going to have some type of impact on me?”
“I’m not saying that it shouldn’t. Look, lately I’ve just been having this feeling in my gut. It’s hard to explain.”
“You don’t ever have to worry about me sleeping with some other man. Cause what we have is so special. So real. I would never risk tearing our family apart for no one.”
Bryce looked me straight in the eyes. “So, you’re not having an affair?”
“No,” I lied.
At least I won‘t anymore. Kenneth‘s history.
Silence.
I gently kissed Bryce’s lips. He returned the kiss and held me as if he never wanted to let me go.
He whispered in my hair, “I’m sorry for accusing you. I trust you, baby.”
Now I feel guilty as hell.
“Thank you. That means a lot to me,” I said, wiping away tears as they poured from my eyes.
Bryce cupped my chin in his hand. “Remember you don’t ever have to lie to me. Whatever it is we can work through it. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Bryce led me to the bed and made sweet love to me all night long. I feel like we’ve come to a new stage in our relationship where we can make it through the storm.
That night I promised myself to do right by him. Bryce is such a sweet, caring man that deserves someone faithful and true. I feel so damn guilty, but I know I can’t change it.
We have a connection that words can’t explain. It goes beyond finishing each other’s sentences or calling at the same time. I know him so well I can sense when something’s wrong or right.
We lay in the bed spooning, hours after we made love. No words were spoken, but I knew exactly what he meant.
Bryce promised to spend more time with me. He admitted to not putting in the required work a marriage needs to grow. I look forward to beginning this new journey with Bryce. I couldn’t be happier.
Leslie Morgan
“All right, which one you tramps slept with a stripper in my house?” Natalie asked when Monica and I settled in the booth.
“Is that why you asked us to meet you for lunch?” I asked turning my nose up.
Natalie said, “Uh, Yes. Now ’fess up.”
Monica shifted nervously in the tiny booth while Natalie sipped her water. Turns out Natalie invited us to lunch to pump us for information about the party. I’d like to know who had sex in her house too. Shit I was a little jealous, cause I didn’t get none.
“Oh,” said Natalie, “so now y’all wanna get quiet.”
“I didn’t do it,” said Monica, “so stop starring at me.” Natalie looked at me.
I said, “It wasn’t me. Shit I’m pregnant.”
“What! I can’t believe Miss ‘don’t want no kids’ is knocked up. When did you find out?” Natalie asked.
I rubbed my tiny belly. “I just found out a few days ago, but I didn’t want to tell too many people until a few months cause I didn’t want to jinx it.”
“Oh, stop it,” Natalie said. “You’re going to have a beautiful, healthy baby. Congratulations!”
“I told her she was too superstitious.” That was Monica. “So you knew before today?” asked Natalie.
Monica replied, “She had to tell somebody.”
Natalie folded her arms across her chest. “Okay, I get it
Leslie—”
I interrupted, “Don’t start tripping. My hormone levels are elevated.”
“All jokes aside, I’m really happy for you. What did Derrick say when he found out? It is Derrick’s, right?” Natalie said.
I rolled my eyes at the mention of his name. “Yes it is. That
Negro denied it. He talking about he want a paternity test.”
“I would gladly submit to a paternity test,” said Monica, “so you can get that child support check. Being a single mom ain’t no picnic.”
I sipped my water, “I don’t have a problem with that once the baby is born. Shit, I don’t have nothing to hide.”
The waiter approached the table to take the orders. All three of us ordered different varieties of salad.
I said, “Damn he fine. Too bad he’s just a waiter.” Natalie said, “At least he has a job.”
“Who knows? Maybe one day, he’ll open his own restaurant,” Monica chipped in.
I smacked my lips. “Yeah right.”
Monica said, “That baby’s making you mean.”
“Naw, it ain’t the baby. She’s always been mean.” Natalie said. “Leave me alone,” I replied. “How in the hell is he gonna pay
bills on a waiter’s salary? A man needs to have a good job.” Natalie teased, “Oh, you mean like a stripper?”
We all laughed.
I shook my head, “Of all the people at the party, why you blaming me?”
“Because I know how much you like strippers. A bun in the oven ain’t gonna stop no show,” Natalie replied.
Monica turned her nose up. “That’s just nasty.”
“Look,” I said, “I don’t have nothing to hide. If I did it, I would say so. You need to ask Kelly or Rhonda.”
“You know what? Forget it. It’s done and over,” Natalie said. “How did you find out about it anyway?” Monica asked. “Bryce found a condom wrapper in the garbage downstairs,”
Natalie said.
“Ooh, what did he say?” I asked.
“He was pissed,” said Natalie. “He thought it was mine.” Monica took a big gulp of water.
Natalie continued, “It’s all settled though. We had a long conversation and squashed it.”
I let out a little laugh, “Good thing you’re not the cheating type, cause he would have went through all your stuff looking for clues.”
“Yeah. Good thing,” Natalie said, fidgeting with her napkin.
Summer 2007
Monica Davis
Be careful what you ask for; you might just get it.
After months of pursuing Ray, I finally got my wish. Ray moved in with me three months ago. He endured a nasty breakup with his fiancée, and I was there to pick up the pieces.
Never did I think getting back with Ray would be so emotionally draining. His ex, Tasha, calls the house three times a day looking for him. She’s either begging for money, food for the baby, or just starting shit.
For the life of me, I can’t see what he ever saw in her in the first place. She’s childish, loud, and ghetto. Tasha seems to have nothing better to do but make our lives miserable. Tasha always calls Ray to watch the baby but refuses to let him bring her back to our apartment. She don’t want me nowhere near her baby. It pisses me off how Ray seems to jump at Tasha’s every command.
“You want me to wait on you?” Greg asked.
“No, thanks. You go ahead. He should be here any minute.” This was the third time this week Ray was late picking me up
from work. And he was driving my car! I was getting more pissed with every passing minute. Ray’s hooptie was in the shop again and I was nice enough to let him drive my car. Of course that meant he’d have to drop me off at work and pick me back up. My mom picked up Rene from school, so luckily I didn’t have to worry about him.
I couldn’t understand why Ray was late picking me up. Hell, he owned the club and could leave whenever he felt like it. I’d spoken to him hours ago, and he said he was finishing up his meeting.
I looked around the lobby and said goodbye to co-workers as they left for the day. Glanced at the clock to note the time. Ray was now twenty-two minutes late. I dug my cell phone out of my purse to call Ray. The call went straight to voice mail, indicating his phone was turned off. Furiously, I called the house to see if he was there. The answering machine picked up. Had something happened to Ray? I shook off the negative thoughts and continued to wait by the window.
At 6:11 p.m., my Mustang pulled up in front of the agency. I slid in the passenger seat, slamming the door.
“I’m so sorry. The meeting went a little longer than I—” “You could have called!”
“I can’t find my cell phone.”
“That’s no excuse. There’s a phone in the club.”
“That’s what I was trying to tell you. I left the club and went to the day care. Tasha had to work late and asked me to get Raven.”
