Miscegenist Sabishii (9 page)

NIKKI

Mrs. Y surprised me with how friendly she was. I knew Tony did not pick up on this, but I noticed her staring at me when she thought I wasn’t looking. I even thought I caught her smiling to herself.

Lord forgive me, but I wondered if she hadn’t poisoned the food or something. Of course, that was crazy since we were all eating the same thing, including her.

After dinner she wanted me to join Mr. Yakamoto and Tony in the family room. But I felt that if I was ever going to get to the bottom of the mystery of her sudden change in attitude, then I needed to be alone with her.

I could say a lot about Tony’s mom, but one thing I couldn’t say is that she’s stupid. No sooner did the men leave the room did she turn to me and give me a hard look. It wasn’t rude, but it wasn’t nice either. If I were in a ring I would have put up my “dukes” up.

“I see in your eyes how much you care for my son. I look in his eyes and I know he’s in love.”

Strangely, Mrs. Yakamoto was no longer speaking in pigeon English.

“I love your son in a way that I’ve never loved any other man.”

“My husband is right. Toi has never brought a girl home before, but I know he has had many girlfriends.” She poured us each a glass of fruit juice.

“I hoped that I could influence Toi to marry an Asian. I’ve always wanted a large family

but…there were complications with Toi and I lost my uterus. Recently I began to worry that he wouldn’t settle down, period. And more than anything…” Mrs. Yakamoto’s eyes glistened as she looked away from me. “I want grandbabies. I want a daughter-in-law. I want holidays with a lot of laughter…like when I was a girl in Japan.” I looked down, heart aching in my chest at her honesty.

“Mrs. Yakamoto, I love Tony…but we’ve only been together a month. I don’t know if…six months down the line we may feel differently.”

“Nikki I don’t want you two to ever split up.”

“Huh?” I asked stupidly.

“You’re pregnant.” 

What the…?! “Mrs. Yakamoto, I can assure you that I am not pregnant-”

She waved my words away. “It’s too soon for you to know. But I see.”

I crossed my arms self consciously. “I’m… a big woman but-”

“No, no, no.” She made a motion with her spread fingers encircling her face. “It’s here-”

“Mrs. Yakamoto I just got my period, I can’t be pregnant. I’m taking the pill.” She shrugged and put aluminum foil over the remains of the roast.

“I’m never wrong Nikki. You are pregnant with my grandchild.” She turned back to me smiling. “And I want to be a major part of his or her life.”

I shook my head. “If I was pregnant, of course you’d be important in…our child’s life.” It was seriously creeping me out to even be talking like this. She smiled.

“You don’t understand.”

“Okay,” I said warily.

“I want to baby sit her, I want to teach her how to cook Japanese meals, and to do the tea ceremony, I want to put ribbons in her hair, and if he’s a boy I want to teach him to write Kanji. I want to take him to the market and brag on his first teeth, just the way my friends do. Nikki,” she sighed. “I want a grand baby and I want a daughter-in-law.”

“Even a black one?” I asked a bit peevishly. She didn’t answer right away.

“I see in my head what a family looks like in Japan. But this is not Japan. And my eyes have to see what’s in front of me.” I smiled slowly and then nodded.

“I understand. I don’t think I’m pregnant…but if I were…” I stopped, thinking of exactly how I wanted to phrase my next statement. “A baby would be both Japanese and African American. Both cultures are important.” She smiled looking down at her hands.

“You’re talking about Toi right now. I bet an African American mother who saw her African American son trying to be a white person would feel the way that I do and do the same things I have done.” I knew she was right. “But it wasn’t

fair to him. Through you I can make it up to him.”

“That’d be good.”

She nodded.  “Now we have good talk. You go to family room with Toi. Watch TV.” Back was the pigeon English. It had been a good talk. I started out the kitchen then turned back to her.

“Do you think we can talk like this again?” She winked at me. “Any time you want.” I decided that this conversation was just going to be between us. I went to the family room beaming.

The world is filled, with pimps and hoes

We'll just talk about those I knows

The world is mine, can't you see

I'm just trying to be all I can be

-Biggie Smalls

NIKKI

I was scratching my head, staring at the document in my hand and sighing for about the thirtieth time inside of ten minutes.  I’d interviewed Dr. Isadore Dura.  She was a seventy-two year old woman.  During our interview I got the pleasure of learning all about her life. She was the first black female surgeon at Good Saints Hospital.  She delivered the first set of living triplets at the hospital and she was the founder of the League of Black Medical Professionals; LBMP. 

Obviously I wanted to grant her a loan.  She would not have submitted the request for a refinance of her home if she had not needed it.  But I just couldn’t see myself doing it; especially after looking at this appraisal sheet.

I picked up the phone with another sigh and pressed an all-too familiar button.

“What’s up, sweetness?”  Oh, I wish Tony wouldn’t do that!  What if I’d had him on speaker phone?  People were already giving us odd looks.  The cat was pretty much out of the bag without him taking away all doubt.

“T, I need you to look over the Dura approval.  This one stinks to high heaven.”  I heard him grumble.

“I’ll be right there.”

He was rapping on my door less than sixty seconds later.  He came inside, closing the door behind.  “What’s up, babe?”

I handed him the folder and he sat in the chair on the other side of my desk, examining the document.  “And?”  He shrugged.

“T, this lady has received three re-fi’s in five years-”

He snorted.  “So she’s bad at money management-”

“Look at the value of the property!”  I said excitedly.  I saw him take a long soothing breath as if he was annoyed.  He continued to study the document, finally peeking at me over the top of his wire rimmed glasses. 

“Do you see how the value of the house keeps going up?  At the first re-fi it was two hundred forty-five thousand.  Now, five years later it’s three hundred thousand…but none of the other properties in the area have gone up in value like that.  This is predatory, T!”

He frowned.  “Shhh.”  He was right, I was getting overly excited and I calmed down.   “Nikki, you aren’t a real estate agent any longer so why are you even looking at any of this?  The company hired reputable appraisers that know their jobs.”  He slid the paper back across the desk towards me, looking cool and controlled as if he was talking to one of the companies tax attorneys.  My mouth was hanging open in complete surprise.  I had expected him to share my outrage, and here he was acting like I was out of line!

I snapped my mouth shut and gave him a calm look to match his as I smoothed my palms over the document.  “Ok.  Well I’m not going to approve this.”

Tony took off his glasses and placed them in the breast pocket of his very expensive suit.  “Nikki, why are you tripping?”

“I don’t think I am.”  I put the document back in the folder.  “If anyone is ‘tripping’ then it’s you.” 

He frowned again.  “I’m going to have to pay for this when we get home, aren’t I?”

“You’re the one who can’t separate work from home or you wouldn’t be calling me ‘sweetie’, and ‘babe’ here at the office…so don’t expect me

to do so.”  I gave him a chilly look.

He paused.  “Fair enough.”  He came to his feet slowly and despite the fact that I was so pissed that I was livid, I still felt a spark at how incredibly sexy he was. 

He held out his hand.  “The file.” I wanted to throw it at him but that would have been childish.  “Why are you making this so brand new?  Nikki, the job description hasn’t changed.”

I cocked my head to the side in disbelief and jumped to my feet.  “You know what?  I turn a blind eye when it’s some young vacant-headed trust fund baby.  But not an old lady that has moved to the top of her field and now can’t afford to live!” His eyes rose to the ceiling and I could have sworn that he was counting to three.  “Toi Yakamoto, I know you aren’t standing there like you are aggravated at me!”

His dark, almond shaped eyes, moved from where he was watching the ceiling to meet mine.  His face was turning dark.  How did he have the right to be mad because I was speaking the truth?

“Nikkita DaNeen Mason, don’t get it twisted.  Mrs.
Dura has over fifty thousand dollars worth of credit card bills—and they are not to the local grocery store so that she can buy food to eat!  That lady owes Macy’s, Speigels, Saks, Parisians and about ten others!  She’s acquired this debt in the short time since her last re-fi.  When you turn down this loan, how is she supposed to pay those bills?!  Don’t think that old lady is not every bit as sharp as she was thirty years ago!  She knows the deal.  She’ll re-fi and will not outlive this mortgage.  Then her Estate will pay it off.  Who does that hurt, Nikki?  It’s what she wants!”

I narrowed my eyes at him; hurt that he didn’t see that just because a person needed a loan didn’t mean that we needed to exploit them and their hardship.  “And what if she doesn’t understand that her house isn’t really valued at three hundred thousand dollars?  It’s probably not even valued at two fifty!  What if she doesn’t know that she will be paying damn near a hundred thousand more than the value of the thing?!  You do not see that as wrong, T?!” 

He shook his head and tapped the folder against his palm.  “Whatever.”  Then he turned to leave.

Whatever?!  Without thinking I picked up my ink pen and hurled it at him.  It bounded off the back of his head and he froze, back stiff.

Oh my god…what the fuck?  What was I doing?!  I had never thrown anything at anybody in my life.  It was just that his controlled manner was pissing me off.

He turned and gave me incredulous look.  “Ok…that’s it!”  He locked the door and stormed back to me.  I wanted to cringe but instead I squared my shoulders.  He slammed the folder back on my desk and pointed his finger at me.

“You’ve been working here for almost a year and every step of the way it’s a battle!”

“Don’t you point your finger at me!”  He was pointing his finger at me!  My face was hot.  Who was he to put his finger in my face?!

He lowered his hand and placed both on his narrow hips.  His suit jacket was unbuttoned and his crisp blue shirt was cut just perfectly for his compact, muscular form.  His tie was almost the exact blue as the shirt and looked awesome on him.  “You know what you sound like?”  His voice was back to being controlled again.  “You sound like one of those cigarette industry ads where they tell you why you shouldn’t smoke even though everybody already knows why you shouldn’t!  I’m just saying; you’re kinda crazy to be working for the cigarette industry, Nikki!”

I pointed my finger at him.  “No I’m not! I didn’t know that cigarettes were bad for you-I mean, I didn’t know this place was so crooked!”

“What?”

“You know what I’m saying.”

“No I don’t.”

I threw my hands up in the air.  “You’re just being an asshole.”

His already slanted eyes narrowed even more.  “That’s it!”  Before I knew it he had rounded the desk and was up in my face.  He kept moving forward until I was backed up against the wall.  It didn’t matter that he was shorter than me, weighed less than me, when his body moved mine backwards, I was going nowhere but backwards!

When there was nowhere else that I could go, Tony’s lips pushed against mine.  I turned my head defiantly even though my heart was pounding in my chest, and a pulse had just begun to beat between my thighs.  When my lips weren’t available to him, he just kissed my neck, his mouth moving over my skin roughly.  I felt his hands grip the material of my skirt and hike it up high, over my thighs.

Despite my resolve to be outraged and angry, I groaned and pushed my lower body against his.  I felt the breath catch in his throat.  Roughly I put my hands in his hair and gripped it in my fist.  He released my skirt and gripped my ass, pulling me against him just as he was pushing his pelvis roughly against my own.  Mmmm, I felt him rock hard.  Then he must have been working up to this state while we argued…

He was squeezing great handfuls of my ass and grinding against me.  Tony loved a big ass; in his hands, slapping against his face, didn’t matter to him!  He began pushing my panties and nylons down.

“Don’t rip them.”  I said breathlessly.

He dug his fingers into the delicate material until they poked through, shredding them!  Then he continued pushing down my panties roughly, almost ripping them, too, while his lips sucked and kissed my neck.  I was still pulling his dark, coiffed hair and he didn’t seem to notice.  Suddenly he was yanking me back to my chair, collapsing into it and pulling me over his lap!

“What the fuck-?”

Then I felt his palm come down sharply onto my naked ass cheek. 

POW

He did it again as I lay across his lap, skirt hiked up over my bottom, panties and ripped nylons pulled down enough to expose my ass to his palm.

POW

Repeatedly he spanked my ass, and none too lightly!  I kept trying to push off of his lap, but just like he had backed me against the wall, he kept me prone across his lap.

“Are you crazy?  Let me up!”  I tried to keep my voice hushed but I was surprised…and though I hate to admit it, becoming even more aroused, despite the fact that my ass stung.

POW!

“Ow!”  I reached behind me to rub my stinging ass but he gripped my hand.

“Move that hand or you’re going to get more!”

“This is ridiculous-”

POW!  POW!

I moved my hand.  I couldn’t believe that he was spanking me as if I was a little kid.  I suddenly felt his palm moving gently over my skin.  I peeked at him.  He met my eyes and his lips rose into a slight smile. 

“Asshole…”

“Don’t tempt me.”  He said while stroking the crack of my ass with his thumb. 

I squirmed and moaned.  “Oh…

“Bend over your desk, love.”

“T…”  I felt him leap to his feet, almost sending me tumbling to the floor.  But his strong arms hefted me up to my feet and the next second I was lying face down across it. I felt him fumbling at his pants and my breath came in shallow, excited puffs.  He plunged into my wet opening, mercilessly. 

I can’t help that I love it hard and fast and I started groaning loudly!  T quickly clamped his hand across my mouth but he didn’t stop pumping in and out of me.  I gripped the desk and hung on as he worked me roughly from behind. 

This was turning me on more than I could have ever imagined!  Maybe it was the fighting to stay quiet, or maybe it was my mostly passive boyfriend going wild, but all I knew is that I was on the verge of exploding.  If his hand wasn’t pressed to my mouth I would have been screaming for him to fuck me harder!

He folded his body over mine and I heard him whisper harshly between gritted teeth.  “I’m going to pull out.  If you want to cum you better do it soon!”  Then he smacked my ass again and resumed his pounding.

I didn’t need to wait!  I pushed back against him and we crashed together.  With a loud whimper I exploded!  Tony smacked my ass again knowing how much I loved it and I trembled, my entire body shaking.  His hand over my mouth kept in my wild, passionate cries. 

“Nikki!”  He whimpered before quickly pulling out of me.  He couldn’t remove his hand from me because I still hadn’t quieted, but his other hand evidently worked his erection because before I knew it, I felt warm spurts over my ass.  I sucked in as much breath as I could from between Tony’s fingers and he finally uncovered my mouth. 

My body was clenching at nothing as I fell from my orgasm.  My pelvis continued to roll and I felt Tony stroke my recently waxed pussy, teasing my clit until my body jerked in a mini climax, and I finally collapsed, sated. 

I closed my eyes tiredly and felt Tony move about, reaching for tissue to clean my backside of his cum.  He moved again and I heard my desk drawer open where he retrieved air freshener and liberally sprayed the room to rid it of the obvious smell of sex.  Next he picked up the fallen items from my messy desk, working around me while I lay there limply.  Lastly he pulled up my panties, pulled down my torn nylons, smoothed down my skirt and pulled me up gently, sitting me in my chair.