Pretty Girls in the Vip (9781617730283) (16 page)

“I would love to, but I have a busy week coming up. Let me check my schedule and I'll get back to you.”

“You'll get back to me. Interesting. I'll wait to hear from you.”

I never chased a man. Well, I've done some chasing, but never a married man. Shelton James had something very intriguing about him. I didn't know what it was, but I liked it.

I
was so excited to be coming home to Philly. We were in my town, so I had to make sure Nichelle had a good time tonight. I couldn't wait to see Adrienne's club, and I also wanted to make sure Miles and Kyle and even Mikey got to meet the team and have good seats at the game.

I called Nichelle while in front of Lisa's house. “Nichelle, I'm picking my sister up now, and we will meet you at your hotel. After our massages we can have lunch at a steakhouse downtown called Del Frisco's a few blocks away. I heard it is a really good place to go.”

“I didn't say I wanted steak. I said I wanted a cheesesteak.”

“Oh well, that's easy. I can get you a cheesesteak from anywhere. I'll be there in a little bit.”

My nephews met me at the car with hugs and kisses. They both appeared to be a little taller since the last time I saw them.

“Aunt Kiya, we have missed you,” they both sang.

“I've missed you more. Look what your auntie was able to get for you.” I gave them Kevin Durant jerseys and tickets to the game.

“Now, if you are really good, Jabril and his teammates might come out and sign your basketballs after the game.”

“Good looking, Zakiya. Do you have any more tickets? My man and his son want to come, too,” Mikey asked.

“No, sorry. I was only able to get these.” That was rude. Here it was I was giving him good seats, and he wanted even more tickets.
Typical ungrateful shit,
I thought.

 

Lisa and I took off, and Lisa admired what Jabril called his old car. It was a BMW that was only two years old. Lisa played with all its features while we drove down the street listening to Rihanna.

“Wow, this car has everything in it. It is like something from a music video. How did you get it here when you flew in?”

“Jabril keeps this car in Jersey at the other house. He asked his uncle to bring it over for me to drive. I was just going to rent a car.”

“Aren't you so happy? You and Jabril are back together.”

“I am, I love him so much, Lisa. I mean, without all of this, I love him. All of this is just the extra blessing.”

“I'm happy for you, Zakiya. You deserve this. And I know you are not really a fan of Mikey, but he is doing really good now with the boys.” I didn't really want to hear Lisa talk about Mikey. As far as I was concerned, he was still the same bum who didn't take care of his kids when they were apart. Plus, I was upset that he had the audacity to ask me for additional tickets, like someone owed him something.
Ingrate.

 

The spa was relaxing, and Lisa kept thanking me for the massage, pedicure, and facial. She went on and on how everything was so nice. I told her to stop thanking me and it was no big deal, but she reminded me that I had just spent a month's worth of her bills on massages and facials. I didn't look at it that way, but I guess she was right.

After the spa we dined at a local soul-food eatery on South Street called Ms. Tootsies' and got Lisa's cheesesteak to go so we wouldn't be late for the game.

 

At the game my nephews were excited, and Mikey was acting like a clown. He was calling everyone he knew and taking pictures posting on his Twitter and Facebook pages. Like, look at me, look how close I'm sitting to the court, I'm doing it big. He was a certified dick eater. There wasn't any other way to describe it. Then, when the game was over, I could see he was making everyone uneasy by pushing my nephews out of the way to snap pictures and ask the team for autographs.

 

After the game, I asked Lisa if she wanted to join us at Adrienne's club. She said no because she had work in the morning, and I was happy because I couldn't take Mikey coming and acting like a fan all night.

T
oday was my first day of work at the club Belize. Last week I had to go and pick up and try on my uniform. Our uniforms were these cute black and purple corset-strapped dresses, and we wore black net stockings and purple heels. Our outfits are cute and look good without showing everything off.

The club was completed, and it was so pretty. It was lights everywhere and white curtains, tables, and chandeliers. I had never been to a club this fly ever, let alone worked at one.

I awoke this morning excited about going to work. This job could get me a new life and my own place, and I couldn't wait for them both to happen.

I hustled up some money and got a sewn-in twenty-inch Remi straight weave with a part in the middle. I got my lashes done and bought a bunch of makeup. I did my eye shadow and nails to match my uniform. I curled my hair and was going to pin-curl my hair up until I got to work. Once I get to the club, I was going to let it hang down. Courtney kept staring at me from her bed the entire time I got ready. I was ironing my dress when she said, “You are not going to wear that on the train, are you?”

“No, I'm going to change when I get there.”

“Oh, your makeup look cute. Real cute, so does your hair. This club must be like that. I'm going to have to find someone to bring me down to this little club and buy some bottles from you and help you out some.”

“Yeah, bring someone with a lot of money, because each drink is like twenty dollars.”

“Wow, they are really trying to get it.”

“Yes, they are. The cheapest bottle of liquor I can sell is two hundred dollars, and that's for a little bottle.”

“Well, if you meet some ballers call me 'cause I'm there.”

“I got you.” I packed up my stuff and prepared to leave. I wanted to get to work early and check out my area and just be prepared to make sure I do a good job. We all have five tables each in our color-coded section, and then below the VIP area was for regular patrons and guests.

Right before I boarded the train, Tone called. “When am I going to see you?” he yelled at me. He had been hitting me up about seeing him for a couple of weeks. I never got a chance to return his call, and I wasn't really in the mood for his stubby dick.

“I don't know when. Look, Tone, I have a lot going on.”

“What about right now?”

“I can't. Have to get to work now.”

“So, I helped you out, got you the job, and now I can't get any love. What part of the game is that?”

“You didn't help me get the job. You took me to the interview and bought me a wig. I got me the job. I have to go and get down there before I get fired on the first day,” I said with an attitude.

“I bet if I had some money for you, you would want to see me.”

“No, that's not true. I'm going to hit you up. I promise.”

“Whatever. You got what you wanted. You are about yourself, Shani.”

“No, I'm not. I promise, I will call you after I get off.” I finally got him off the phone and headed to my first day of work.

 

I arrived at Belize Lounge just in time for our big meeting. I thought Adrienne said to be at the club by nine, but she actually said eight. I was lucky I was on time and felt so excited to be a part of something so big. Adrienne had all these rules for us. She wanted us to check credit cards against the license; she wanted us to watch out for people spiking drinks, and people that had too much to drink. She did all the talking, and her boyfriend just stood by her nodding to everything she said. He seemed like he didn't know how to have any fun. He was cute but always so serious. I caught his eyes look at me a few times, but not like he wanted me but more like I was disgusting. I don't know, he seemed like the kind of guy that thought he was better than everyone else. On the other hand, his cousin Keldrick was annoying; he kept trying to have a conversation every time he saw me and I was not interested.

 

The doors opened to Belize at ten, and the people poured in. I saw some very famous people: actresses, actors, athletes. This girl from my favorite VH1 reality show and BET were covering the event. There were businesspeople, basketball players, football players, and so many rich-looking men. The women were nice, too, but I wasn't checking for them. Adrienne was my girl. She put me in the blue section, too, where the top ballers would be. Right in front of me was Darcel in the rose section. And Summer and Joi shared the yellow section and floor, which was unlucky for them.

We were going to do so well. I was so excited. The deejay was playing a mixture of current and old-school hip-hop songs as guests arrived. I started taking drink orders. No one wanted anything pricey yet. I took my tray and went to our bartender Terrance. He was becoming really busy. He asked me for my number. I didn't give it to him, but I flirted with him so he could make my drinks before Joi and Summer's. I gave my first table their drinks when I noticed Keldrick walking these two sexy six-foot-somethings to my section. I don't know what team they played for, but they both looked good. I was happy until I saw the women they were with trailing behind them. I walked over to the table excited, but they only ordered one bottle and a few drinks because Adrienne already had a bottle waiting for them.

 

I walked back to the bar and Darcel was standing, waiting for her order. Her rich chocolate skin was glimmering, and her new long, loose spiral curl weave and makeup were working for her.

“You look cute, lady.”

“Thank you,” she said, playfully flipping her hair up from side to side.

“So, are you doing good?” I asked.

“Yeah, my tables are loving me. Do you see how many bottles of Moët and Grey Goose they ordered?”

“I see. That's what's up, girl,” I said.

“I got a feeling that tonight is going to be a good night,” she sang. I couldn't agree with her more. “Wow, you might get that bonus tonight. What did you say to them?” I was amazed that she had almost three hundred dollars already. “What's your secret?”

“Nothing. I walked over to them and said, I know you guys came here to have fun, how many bottles do you want? I told them how much they cost and they said they would take four.”

“That's what's up, go, Darcel.” Waliq lit the sparklers on four bottles of champagne and I helped Darcel carry her bottles. I looked over at her table. They were a group of all guys, that was her secret. I was waiting on tables with men who were married and most had brought their girlfriends out, too. Boo.

But I wasn't going to let girlfriends or wives stop me. I came back to pick up my drinks from Terrance when I saw Joi and Summer come up with big drink orders, too. I needed to catch up. I got my drinks and sashayed over to one of the players, making sure I swiped my breasts on his shoulders. Then I leaned over and hypnotized them as cold smoke escaped the top of the gold bottle and I seductively tilted each glass over and slowly poured the ginger-colored, bubbly liquid into each glass for them.

“Anything else, fellas? Do you want to order some more bottles?” I asked, looking at this sexy young bull.

“Nope, you can take this for now,” the one guy answered after he signed his check. His tip was good, and then I realized his number was on the back.

“Just let me know if you need anything else.” I smiled at him and folded the receipt up. His wife was too busy talking to her friend to peep that her man was making moves. I was going to make sure I called him. He wasn't the one I wanted. I was on the young sexy one whose body and face were fine. But this one would have to do.

J
abril and Lloyd have been to some of the fanciest places and they both said they really liked the service we received at Adrienne's club, Belize. We gave our names at the front door and a guy escorted us straight over to a section reserved for us that was a little higher than the rest of the club. There were bottles of champagne and these delicious trays of fruit and appetizers waiting for us. She might as well have had women fanning us and serving us grapes, because that was how they waited on us. My mouth was open from gawking at all the real celebrities and reality show wives who were there, too. And Adrienne's bottle girls were very nice and pretty. They kept coming over, being welcoming and friendly, asking if we needed anything.

Belize was a lot bigger than I expected. When Adrienne said she was opening a club, I thought it was going to be a regular little place, not all of this.

When I first met Adrienne, I remember I thought her townhouse was so big and she was so rich. Of course, I know now she wasn't, but this club looked so extravagant.

Seeing Adrienne run her own club made me think more about what else I was going to do with my life. I told her about me and Jabril trying to start a charity and me starting a business one day. She said to focus on Jabril and our life, but I know I could do both.

Nichelle and I were dancing to a Pitbull song, bouncing together in front of our men. The guys were too tired from the game to dance, and they were ready to get back to the room, but still enjoying the atmosphere.

Back at the hotel room, I was ready to test out all I had learned from the Fellatio Queen on Jabril. The champagne I had all night was giving me a lot of courage. He lay down and turned on the television. I came out of my dress and drunkenly slid down his boxers.

“I love you, Jabril.”

“I know you do.” He patted my head and focused on the television, ignoring my speech.

“But I really love you, and I want to show you just how much.” I took his large man and placed it all the way in my mouth.

“Whoa, what are you doing, Zakiya?” I ordered him to be quiet and then did to him every technique I remembered off of the video. I opened my mouth wide and relaxed my throat. I allowed him to go deep. I gagged a little and my eyes watered, but I recovered quickly without him noticing and kept giving him pleasure by dipping it back and forth in my mouth, letting it tap my tonsils. I licked and kissed it at the same time, giving it a warming massage. It was amazing how sweet he tasted now that I was into it, getting used to doing it. Instead of biting him and choking, I was devouring and savoring him. I did it so well that Jabril's manhood let out warm fluids in like three minutes. He was more surprised and sat back on the bed, speechless. In his trancelike state he tried to ask me how I became so good so fast. Once he recovered, he attacked every inch of my insides.

“Are you ready to have my baby, Zakiya?”

“Yes.”

“My baby is going up in there, Zakiya. I'm serious, don't change your mind.” I told him I wouldn't and said yes to everything he said. I didn't care, everything was a yes. He was going in hard sideways and up and down. I could barely take it, not because it was bad, but because it was feeling so good.

What seemed like hours, but was only a half hour later, Jabril was lying flat on top of me, out of breath. He had released inside of me, and I couldn't move if I wanted to. Not to get up, not to go to the bathroom, not to get any water from the minibar. I was done. Jabril had put it on me, and all I could do was fall asleep. I cracked my eyes long enough to see Jabril leave out. He said he was going down the hall to see what Lloyd was doing. I was satisfied. I'd satisfied him, and now I could rest peacefully.