Scandalous motives rele.., p.2
Scandalous Motives- Relentless Ambitions, page 2
“Why are you doing this Ratasha?” “Why are you messing with these people lives?”
“You don’t understand Natalie, when I was in college that bitch use to make so much fun of me, saying you will never get a man, you will never be shit.” “I don’t even think she remembers me!” “You remember that I was so skinny then, I wore those thick ass black framed glasses and I had braces on my teeth. She made my life so fucking miserable, so why can’t she pay for doing what she did to me?”
Natalie gazed at her bewildered, trying to figure out her intense anger. She said, “Girl, have you lost your damn mind?” “You are doing this over some bullshit from back in college?”
“Yeah Natalie, she was a total fucking bitch in college!” She kept me from crossing over into my favorite sorority because she had everyone teasing me!” “She made me do all kinds of shit and then voted to rejected me on the night that my line crossed.” “I was standing there, looking pathetic in a pool of pig shit, water, and slop.” “This was so disgraceful, I almost didn’t graduate.”
Natalie’s expression was indescribable, as she could now understand the retribution and retaliation that her sister so desperately seeked, but she knew that settling of scores was not the answer. Ratasha wanted to make Fredericka pay for what she did to her. At this point, she did not care how or when as long as she made her pay.
Meanwhile across town, Javon and Fredericka quarreled all during dinner, and after awhile, Javon slammed out of the house, Fredericka seethed with anger and resentment. However, by midnight, her anger had begun to wear thin; by one o'clock in the morning, she was willing to assume all the blame for their disagreement. Two hours later, when she heard Javon's key in the lock, she ran to greet him, her eyes shining with love. He looked at her and kept walking in the kitchen. She followed him and said, “I know that I have been a real bitch about this, but you must understand my position.” “I am trying to ensure that we don’t lose our child to someone who may renege on their end of the bargain.” “I want us to be happy and I don’t want her to spoil it for us!”
Javon drank his beer down as he gazed at her, with an “I don’t give a fuck expression” on his face. He went back into the living room and sat down on the sofa. She followed and sat down next to him.
“I am so confused about this whole issue,” said Javon.
“I thought this would bring joy and happiness to our lives.” “I certainly thought it would bring some spark to our marriage, but all it has done was brought misery and desolation.” “Ratasha and you are fighting each other like irrational people!” “I can’t have happiness and enjoy my son with both of you at each other’s throat.”
Fredericka stared at Javon’s face watching as she noticed tears in his eyes. He was really trying to handle this whole mess, as he felt that she was acting like a complete idiot. She agreed to make up with Ratasha, but only if she would do the same. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.
“Javon, I want to fight this, I believe she can be beat.” “Don’t you want your baby?”
He looked at her furious and said, “What I want is for this shit to end!” “I can’t believe I have to choose!”
Fredericka looked astounded as Javon’s slip of the tongue caught her attention.
She quickly responded, “What do you mean choose, Javon?”
He could not believe that he said that statement. He was completely dumbfounded over his blunder.
“Look Fredericka, it’s been a long day, let’s just go to bed and get some rest.” She stared at him as he walked up the stairs toward the bedroom. She quickly followed him upstairs and waited for him to open the door to the bedroom. As he opened the door, she stormed into the bedroom, furious and sat down on the bed. He walked over to her, trying to explain to her the significance of his statement. She just sat there on the bed, pissed off at him. He finally sat down next to her on the bed, trying to put his arms around her. She quickly moved away from him, pushing his hands away from her. He looked at her upset and said,
“I am off tonight baby; can we just enjoy each other?” “We can discuss this matter tomorrow?”
She was furious as she glared at him; refusing to say a word. He quickly got the message as he moved over to the recliner, grabbed a blanket, and sat there, now pissed himself. He watched her as she now lay on the bed, her back toward him. He closed his eyes thinking, “This shit is really getting fucked up!” “How did we get in this fucking predicament?”
*****
The next afternoon, a black stretched limousine pulled up in front of the Westin Crown Center Hotel. The valet opened the back door and out stepped a set of the most gorgeous curvy sexy legs ever. These legs belonged to Ms. Waynell Deveraux, who was now checking into this classy hotel. As Vikki and Waynell were in the middle of checking into the presidential penthouse, all the patrons and guests of the hotel observed. Both of the women were stunning and picturesque as they strolled through the main lobby, wearing the latest designer business attire. Vikki walked up to the front desk as Waynell waited for her in the lounge area directly in front of the reservation desk. Personal bodyguards were in the region, keeping them protected like the secret service protecting the President, ensuring no unknown characters walk up to them unannounced. After Vikki finished checking in, she motioned for the bellmen to gather their necessities and carry them to their suite. Vikki gracefully strolled over to Waynell and said, “All set!” “Everything is in order.” “Would you like to have lunch in the suite or in one of the local establishments here in the hotel?”
Waynell looked around, “Since we are already here in the foyer, let’s just go to one of the restaurants here.”
They walked down the exquisite corridor, as people gazed intently at the two women. It was like a trip down the red carpet as people lined up and witnessed them strolling down the exquisite corridor. When they reached the restaurant there were some guests waiting in line to get into the restaurant, but as soon as the maître d' recognized them, he immediately gave them celebrity treatment and had them escorted to a private table in the V.I.P. section of the restaurant. As they strolled into the restaurant, you could hear some people talking among themselves, “Who are these women?” One man said to another, “It is good to see some classy African-American women for a change!” The bodyguards checked the area to ensure that no danger was imminent. The lead bodyguard motioned to Vikki that everything was okay. She nodded back as they stood post around the area, ensuring they had all entrances and exits covered.
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The women smiled as they sat down at their table. The maître d' walked over to their table and introduced himself to them.
“Mademoiselles, Welcome to Le Nord, l'Est, Le Sud.” “My name is Pierre and I would like to personally serve you this afternoon.” “We treat our extraordinary guest with extreme superiority, providing them with nothing but the highest excellence accessible to man, or should I say Woman!”
Waynell and Vikki looked at each other and laughed as they heard Pierre speak. “Ladies, we serve the finest Pinot wines bottled in the world, ranging from 1899 to the present.” “What is your preference this afternoon Madam?”
“First of all, how great is the chef?” “What is the chef’s specialty today?”
The maître d' replied, “Chef Michel Vergé is one of the most prominent chefs associated with nouvelle cuisine, which is less opulent and calorific than the traditional haute cuisine, and stresses the importance of fresh ingredients of the highest quality.” “His nouvelle cuisine has been regarded as the best in this region as well as the world, apprenticing under the tutelage of the great French Chef Paul Bocuse.” “The chef’s specialty dish today is Moulard Duck Foie Gras with Pickled Pear served with Sauternes a French dessert wine from the Sauternais region of the Graves section in Bordeaux.” “His main dish is Coq au vin, which is a French fricassee of rooster cooked with wine, lardons, mushrooms, and optionally garlic.” “He finishes with Beef Filets with Foie Gras and Truffles.” Vikki looked at Waynell awaiting her decision, as she heard the choices. Waynell replied, “We will skip the Moulard Duck Foie Gras with Pickled Pears and just have the Coq au vin and the Beef Filets with Foie Gras and Truffles.”
“We would also like a bottle of Montrachet 1978, from Domaine de la Romanée-Conti,” said Vikki.
Vikki looked at Waynell, “Waynell, this wine is genuinely decent and for the price it is worth it.”
Waynell looked at her and asked, “Girl, how much is it a bottle?”
Vikki looked at her and replied, “$100, 000 dollars a bottle.”
Waynell looked at her surprised, but then smiled with excitement.
Waynell said, “Let’s have it!”
The maître d' respond, “Excellent choice Mademoiselles.” “I will ensure you that your order is taken care of promptly.”
He took their menus and walked away. Vikki looked at Waynell and said, “I have a surprise for you!” “We will be joined by Tangie this evening!” “She is dying to see you!”
“Really,” said Waynell “It will be good to see her as well.” “Have you spoken to Shareefah or Fredericka lately?”
“Shareefah is doing fine, but I heard that Fredericka was having some marital issues.” “You know she hired a surrogate to have a child for her and her husband.” Apparently, Javon was having an affair with the surrogate and she is now trying to keep the child.”
Waynell looked at Vikki appalled and said, “The surrogate is probably trying to take her husband too huh?”
Vikki laughed as she nodded in the affirmative.
“Wow, it just seems like people can’t have a normal relationship without some type of drama!” “Well, you know it was not all on Javon, Fredericka has not been totally innocent here!” “One thing about a relationship, everyone must be honest with each other or it does not work out!” Fredericka fooled him into marrying her, by not being fully honest with him in the beginning, so you must be careful what you wish for!”
Waynell agreed with Vikki as the maître d' sat down their cuisine on the table. The women were jubilant, as they were excited to taste their cuisine. As the women tasted their cuisine, they looked at each other and nodded in the affirmative that the food was brilliant. Waynell requested to see the chef.
“Pierre, this cuisine is simply marvelous!” “Please ask the chef to come so I can personally thank him!”
Pierre replied, “Right away Mademoiselle!”
Pierre quickly motioned to the waiter at the door of the kitchen to get the chef.
The doors of the kitchen opened as the chef walked out toward their table. He was a chubby dark man with black hair. His heritage was of African descent, which was a surprise to the women. He had a very cheerful and joyful spirit and seemed to get along with everyone.
Speaking with a very heavy French accent, “Mademoiselles, I am Chef Michel Vergé!” Executive Chef of Le Nord, l'Est, Le Sud.” “It is with enormous gratification that I serve you!”
Waynell looked up at him and commented on the cuisine, “Chef Vergé, It is a great honor to meet you!” “I wanted to thank you personally for your exquisite cuisine that you prepare for us today!” “It is simply marvelous!” “Chef Vergé, we will be residing here in the Presidential Suite for a while and I was wondering if I could ask you to be my personal chef, of course, when you are not busy working here.” He looked at the women very surprised and was thrilled.
“Mademoiselles, I would be deeply honored but, I do not want to make the owner upset.” “Vikki asked him, “If you don’t mind me asking, what does the owner pay you?”
Vergé glare at her as if she would not pay his price, “$120,000 a year plus I get a special bonus for extraordinary private parties, etc.”
Vikki looked at Waynell and smiled. Waynell wrote an offer on a piece of paper and gave to the chef. He opened the paper gradually, looking at the offer; he nearly fell to his knees. She offered him $250,000 a year if he became her permanent personal chef at her new home, staff included. He looked at her beaming with tremendous delight as he accepted her offer. Waynell told him,
“You will continue to work for this restaurant and serve me in my suite until we move. I want you to personally supervise the construction of my state of the art kitchen in my new estate and I will give you the option to hand pick your wait staff and assistant chefs as well.” “Vikki please ensure that we get this in writing.” “Also, we need to get a replacement chef just as good to replace him so the owner will not be inconvenienced.” “Chef Vergé, welcome aboard!”
He thanked them as he strolled away in high spirits.
Vikki told Waynell, “Girl, you handle that excellent!” “Tangie would be very proud of you, handing business like that!” “I will make sure all is taken care of right away.” She took out her phone and dialed their personal lawyer. Vikki explain the details and then hung up. “We will have the papers over here for the chef to sign within the hour.” “Well, “Déese Sexuelle,” “I think it is time for you to check out your temporary home!”
“I do believe you are right!” “Did you take care of the Brian issue?”
“Yes, he should be receiving his divorce paperwork within the hour!”
*****
Meanwhile, as he boarded the plane at Kansas City International, Brian was certain he had made a mistake in accepting the large packet from the Sheriff’s department. An uneasy premonition of failure was still with him when they touched down at Chicago's O'Hare Airport, but as they left Chicago the air turbulence seemed somehow to jolt him out of the downbeat, portentous mood that had clung to him. When he walked down the ramp in La Guardia, he was buoyant and confident, and he knew his decision to come east had been a wise one. Of course, when he looked at the large envelope in his hand from a local law firm from Kansas City, he knew without looking at the contents that Waynell was asking for a divorce. His eyes watered as he finally opened the envelope. As he read the decree, he felt it was strange that she did not ask for the house, any settlements of property, or any alimony payments. She just wanted to be free and clear from him. He laughed as he read the papers; she wanted to keep his name. He flagged down a taxi and instructed the driver to take him to the Marriott Manhattan.
As the taxi made its way through the busy Manhattan traffic, Brian stared out the window, trying to decide what would be best for him to do, when his phone suddenly rang. He looked at the caller id and noticed it was his woman, Tianna.
“Brian, are you sure that this is okay?”
“Sure baby, you being here with me is the best thing that I need right now.”
“When you get here I will run you a hot bath and then we will see what else you need!”
“Well, baby, I need to be broke off!” “Can you handle that?”
“As long as you eat this cat like it going out of style, sure I can handle it!”
“Good, I will be there shortly.”
About an hour passed as Brian finally reached the hotel. He paid the driver and the bellman took his bags. He got his key from the reception desk and walked up over to the elevator. He pushed the button for the eighth floor and the door opened. He arrived to the suite and opened the door with his key. He walked in slowly ensuring that no surprises was about to occur. He saw Tianna, as she was exquisite as always. From her pretty pedicure feet, her sexy curvy legs, her shapely physique to her gorgeous makeup and short cut hair. She was as they say back in the day, a brick house. She walked over to him, staring deep into his eyes. She kissed him passionately, taking his tongue in her mouth and toying with it.
“I have a surprise for you!”
He looked around and said, “Not again?” She looked at him and laughed
“No, silly,” “I have a real surprise for you.” She turned around and called out her friend.
“Hey Niesha, come on out girl!”
He looked with anticipation as she walked out the back room. She was good-looking with an extremely curvy ass body. She had huge breasts and a very small petite waist and her ass was big as two basketballs. Niesha was completely naked as she walked over to Tianna, hugged her and started French kissing her, their tongues intertwined as their lips joined a mindboggling connection. Tianna and Niesha stopped kissing and they both looked at Brain daring him to make the next move.
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Brian started removing his clothes as he walked over to the women. Niesha looked up at him and said, “Tianna has told me all about you Brian, and especially about what I feel down here she said smiling. Her hand had wrapped around his almost hard dick, she slowly stroked it to full hardness with the attention she gave it. Niesha leaned over and kissed him fully on the lips, He felt her tongue slip inside and dance with his, and he reached down in her lap, rubbed her smooth pussy lips with his fingers, and teased her clit as it quickly stood to attention. Tianna moved down between Brian’s legs and took his hard dick in her mouth, “SHIT, she can suck a dick,” ran through his mind as she soon had him moaning softly.
He began to kiss Niesha's nipples and teased her punany as he rubbed her clit faster and harder. Tianna’s hand was close to his, as she slid two fingers deep inside Niesha's hotbox. He pressed his thumb slowly into Niesha's tight big ass. Brian and Tianna seemed to work in unison as they made Niesha climax. Soon her hips were moving faster and harder to meet their fingers. They moved over to the king size bed and continued to fuck like mad. “FUCK YEAH!” she screamed, as Tianna rapidly replaced her lips on his dick with her hand and stroked it hard and fast while, she licked the pussy juices from Niesha's pussy. After seeing her collapse back in total relaxation on the bed, Tianna wasted no time climbing on to Brian’s lap and sliding his pulsating dick inside her extremely wet pussy. Her pussy held his dick tight as she rocked up and down on its length, she howled loudly with each stroke.
“MAN, THIS SHIT IS SO GOOD,” she screamed.
Brian grabbed Tianna's ass cheeks and held her up; she wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tight as he stroked her pussy hard. He slowly moved her to the middle of the bed and put her ass in the air,
