Pretty Girls in the Vip (9781617730283) (21 page)

I responded, “You look good yourself. I saw you in the game scoring. You were doing your thing even though y'all lost.”

“Yeah, but I was a little slow on the court tonight. This is my first game back since I sprained my ankle. But I don't want to talk about that. I want to discuss how that thing was looking right in the video. Stand up and let me see. You going to do that ‘Slide It Down' for me?”

“Maybe.”

“Why maybe? Say definitely. I'm going to make sure it is worth your while.” Jabril pulled out a stack of twenties from the nightstand and told me they was for me. It looked like a couple of thousand. I could dance for that. I started seductively removing my clothes down to my pink bra and G-string, and began performing like there was music playing. Jabril bit his lip, came up behind me, and started palming my ass like it was a ball. “Girl, how you got an ass this big and a waist this small?”

“I don't know. It's real, though,” I said as I backed it up on him some more.

“I know it is. I can tell, and so are these.” He squeezed my breasts together roughly and then kissed on my neck and said, “I'm going to go get in the shower. Here's the remote.” While he showered, I counted my money. It was four thousand dollars. I put it in my purse.

Jabril came out of the shower and I was ready for him. I dropped his towel and got on my knees. He looked down at me then pulled the towel back up and said, “We don't have to get right into it. We can chill first.”

“Oh, okay.” I got off my knees, feeling a little silly. “I thought that's what you wanted.”

“I do, but we got all night. And I told you I want that dance, too. But first, are you hungry? Let's order some room service.”

He handed me the hotel menu. “Pick whatever you want,” he said and slipped on some boxers.

I ordered the most expensive thing on the menu—king crab legs. Hell, no telling when I'd get the royal treatment like this again. While we were waiting for our food, we started talking, and he pulled out a bag with a blunt and lit it. He inhaled and puffed a few times then placed it in my hands. I took a couple of tokes and mellowed out some more.

“This is some good weed,” I said, smiling and already feeling the effects.

“I demand the best of everything . . . cars, weed . . . and women.” His eyes roved over my body. He reached for me and I melted into his arms, lifting up my chin and accepting his kiss. His lips were so soft and sweet.

“How did I luck out and get a bad bitch like you, starring in music videos and whatnot?”

“Stop playing, Jabril. You know you meet gorgeous girls all over the country, all the time.”

“True. But ain't none of 'em fine as you.”

While I was grinning from ear to ear, he leaned close and began inhaling my perfume. “You smell good, too,” he complimented.

“Thanks,” I said in a whispery voice.

His lips trailed down to my breasts. As he caressed my lower region with one hand, he magically unsnapped the back of my bra with the other hand. With my boobs free, Jabril softly sucked one nipple and then the other, making my toes curl.

“I can't get enough of you,” he muttered, his voice cracking with yearning. Sexual tension rippled through the air.

My eyes lingered on his hard-muscled thighs with heavy veins traveling toward his groin. His body was a work of art. And when his dick peeked out through the opening of his briefs, I reached for it, tightening my fist around it and rolling up and down like an expert. By the way he was flinching up and biting down on his lip, I knew he was enjoying it.

Taking it up a notch, I replaced my palm with my mouth, licking his balls soft and leisurely. I had him moaning and groaning.

“Damn, that shit feels good,” Jabril said as I gave him a hand job while licking and nibbling on him at the same time. “I ain't never letting you go nowhere,” he mumbled while in the heat of the moment, and I couldn't help but wonder if he actually meant what he was saying.

Then Jabril climbed on top of me, fitting his dick inside my pussy as he stared down at my face telling me a bunch of shit he couldn't mean. He told me I was with him now and my pussy belong to him. My mind was racing, trying to figure out something to say back to him. He kept repeating, do you hear me, and I was saved by the knock on the door. It was our room service. He wrapped a towel around his waist and strolled over to the door.

I pulled the covers up to my chest as Jabril opened the door and signed for the food. I had a feeling that me and Jabril were heading for something a little more serious than hooking up when he came to town. The way he was fucking me, I knew it meant a little bit more.

Jabril was out in the morning to the next city, but I had a good time with him. He had a big dick and could fuck. I would have done that shit for free, but luckily I didn't have to.

T
he club is making money, but with success comes no rest. I had bags under my eyes from not getting any rest. On top of the bags, I know I gained a little weight also, probably from drinking and stressing out too much. I haven't had much time to work out, because every time I turn around there is an issue that needed to be resolved. Last week we had a rodent problem, this week it was the water pressure in the bathroom.

It seems like the more money that came in, the more I spent. It cost so much to keep everything running. And the credit card fees were killing me at eight percent. I wish I could put up a sign that said C
ASH
O
NLY
like a corner store. But even with all the pressure and bills it was great to be my own boss.

 

Shelton texted asking my location. I texted him that I was at the club and he responded he was on his way to meet me. I couldn't wait to see him again. We'd been talking here and there but nothing consistent. He had been working on a big murder trial case and was always picking up new clients and I was busy with work and my daughter.

He walked into Belize looking distinguished and clean-cut as usual. He was wearing a black suit with a blue tie and navy shoes. I couldn't hold back from smiling at him. He came over to me and gave me a polite, friendly kiss. I wondered how we appeared talking and laughing to my employees, even Keldrick. But if they hadn't actually seen us do anything, they couldn't say something was going on between us. I hoped no one caught me licking the rim of my martini glass. Teasingly, I licked the rim again. Slowly. Working the tip of my tongue around the rim of the glass while watching his expression.

Shelton murmured, “I can't wait to be with you again.”

I had a buzz from the martini and was feeling sexy as hell. “Maybe we can get together sooner than later.”

Shelton glanced around the club. Frowning in confusion, he said, “What are you saying?”

I leaned forward. “We can find somewhere,” I whispered. I told him to follow me. Feeling like a powerful seductress, I couldn't help swinging my hips as I led Shelton to the ladies' room.

“Whoa.” He hesitated outside the door. “I'm not going in there.”

“Why not? Scared?” I asked, challengingly.

“No, but . . .”

“Then come on. This is for my employees, no one comes back here. They are all out there making money.” I pulled him in and checked all the stalls, no one was inside. Shelton relaxed when he realized we had complete privacy. I backed Shelton onto the counter and started unbuckling his belt.

“Damn, this is like the ultimate fantasy,” he said, breathing heavily as I worked him out of his boxers.

“I thought having two women at the same time was every man's ultimate fantasy.”

“Yeah, that, too, but this is the second ultimate fantasy.” Shelton laughed nervously and kept his eyes fixed on the door. “Suppose somebody comes in—”

“Shh. You're talking too much.” I hopped up on the counter and spread my legs.

It wasn't like this was the first time Shelton had given me oral sex, but for some reason tonight my pussy was supersensitive, and I was jerking and squealing with every tongue stroke. Apparently Shelton had finally forgotten about watching the bathroom door because with his face buried between my thighs while his tongue gave me pleasure, he no longer seemed concerned about who might catch us.

He leaned me against the sink, separated my lining, and began delightfully encircling my clit and probing my inner region with his fingertips while suckling on my breasts at the same time.

“Take a look in the mirror and see who is doing this to you,” he demanded, pulling my hair, yanking my body into obedience.

I looked over my shoulder. “Yes, I see who is doing this to me.”

“Do you like it?”

“Yes, I do.” He kept slapping my ass, sending a tantalizing sting throughout my entire body. I was totally into it—until Shanice walked in the restroom.

Once she spotted us, she said, “Oh, I'm sorry,” and ran out of the bathroom. Embarrassed, I hurried and fixed my clothes and ran back out to the club floor. I was trying my best to look inconspicuous and find her. I caught her in the back talking to Darcel.

I pulled her to the side and said, “What just happened? Let's keep that between us, okay?”

“No, absolutely, Adrienne. I understand and I would never say anything. I look up to you like a big sister, and what you do is your business.” I felt relieved that she wouldn't spread my business around the club.

After I talked to Shanice, I searched around for Shelton, but he had already left out and texted me that he would see me another time.

I had a crazy night last night, and I should have told my mom that she could keep Asia. I was exhausted and she wanted to play. Asia was at the foot of bed pulling clothes out of my dresser, dumping them on the ground and ignoring the Nick Jr. channel that I'd turned on for her. At this moment, I could have won the Worst Mom of the Year award. It felt like first thing in the morning, but it was already three and I had to go down to the club to do payroll and a bunch of other things. I lugged out of the bed only to almost trip over a pile of clothes.

“Asia, you made a mess, but it is okay. Mommy fell asleep. Come on, let's get up and do what we need to do.”

“You not sleepy no more, Mommy?”

“No, I'm not sleepy.”

 

I managed to get myself and Asia ready and down to Belize. Sitting in front of the club were Darcel and Shanice. They were talking and both spoke to me as Asia and I got out of the car.

“Hey, what are you doing here so early?”

“I had to meet up with Darcel. She had to look over my contracts for me. I'm about to have a manager and everything for my modeling, and then me and my daughter are going to the mall and to get some lunch,” Shanice said.

“That's good. I didn't know you had a daughter.” I yawned and tried to stay focused.

“You look like you need to go take a nap, Adrienne,” Darcel said, noticing how tired I appeared.

“I do, but I only have my daughter for a week and I didn't want to put her in any daycare for a few days. So I'm trying to rough it.”

“Well, how about this? I can help you. She can go with me and my daughter,” Shanice said, pointing to her little girl sitting in the car.

“You sure you wouldn't mind?” I really needed to get some work done and rest, and I knew Shanice was a good person. She wouldn't harm my child.

“No, not at all.” Shanice was helping me for the second time in two days.

“Okay, she can go. Thanks.”

 

With Asia gone, I completed the majority of my work. I ordered all of the alcohol, did payroll, and returned phone calls. After I was done, I put my head on the desk and took another nap. I didn't awake until Shanice was in the club dressed for work with Asia holding her hand.

“Oh my God, what time is it?” I exclaimed.

“Ten fifteen. Sorry I'm late. They had a lot of fun today. She can come with me anytime.”

“Thank you, Shanice. Ask Keldrick to come here.”

 

Keldrick came in my office. “Are you okay, Adrienne?”

“Yeah, I'm just a little tired. I'm going to go home. Can you watch the club tonight? Anybody that has tips on credit cards I'll cash them out tomorrow.”

“No problem. I can drive you home. You probably shouldn't be driving. Just meet me in front of the club.”

I locked up my office and accepted Keldrick's kind offer. Holding Asia's hand, I waited for Keldrick to pull up. He took us home in his silver Range Rover. It was brand-new; the plastic was still on the seat. If I hadn't been so out of it, I would have complimented him on his nice ride. He watched and made sure me and Asia got in the house safely. I opened the door, laid Asia down, and then fell asleep on the sofa.

T
his woman named April Fox of Eye Candy Queen Entertainment hit my e-mail saying that she wanted to be my manager if I didn't have one already. The video, “Slide It Down”, had starting doing numbers. The rapper Wellzo was on a bunch of remixes and was about to sign to Rick Ross' Maybach Music Group, so any video he did everyone was searching for. She had gotten my info from the video director. I called her back and she began telling me where she wanted to see my career go and what I needed to be doing. She had so much “G” she almost sounded like a pimp.

“So, like I was saying, if you don't have any management yet, you should sign with me. I can get you some more videos. Girls get messed up when they out there without any representation.”

“So, how much do I have to give you up front?” I asked.

“No, you don't give me anything. When I get you a job, I get twenty percent. Most of the jobs are going to be in New York. Do you know how to get up here?”

“Yeah, I can catch the bus up there. My friend comes up all the time.”

“All right, well, I'm going to send you a contract. Print it out, fill it out, and then drop it in the mail.”

Five minutes later, my phone sent me an alert that I had an e-mail. I was going to print the contract out and have Darcel read it when I got to work. I liked what April was saying and I wanted to be with her.

Darcel read the contract and said that it was fair and that April was a real agent. She herself had never signed with her because she booked herself on jobs. I sent the contract back, and April booked me work immediately.

 

On my first assignment I didn't want to take that ride to go back to New York City on my own and Darcel had classes so I asked Courtney to go with me.

She needed to get out of Philly. Without me she was not really making any moves meeting anyone new. Courtney really did try to start looking for a job, but she was fighting this girl a few years ago and they both were locked up and it was still on her record. She was going to need a lawyer to get her record expunged. It was a shame that Joi didn't get fired, because Courtney would be so much better to work with than that dumb chick. Courtney was so thankful I was letting her come to New York with me. I told her they might need another girl, so she should get dressed up and be prepared just in case.

“So, what if it is like for a Drake video or something? If I see Drake or Lil Wayne, yo, I'm going to pass out.”

I was trying on different lipsticks and eye shadows in the mirror. I always wore pink lip gloss and I was trying to change it up some.

“Yes, I hope it is a Drake video, too. So, what do you think about this makeup?”

“I wouldn't put all that eyeliner on if I was you. Your eyes are already far apart. You don't need to bring any more attention to them.”

“Right,” I said, looking back in the mirror and wiping off some of my liner.

 

April met us at the train station. I was expecting someone big and gangster, but April was a little petite, only about four eleven. It was so funny that she was talking and negotiating real tough and big for such a small, nonviolent-looking woman.

“Is this your assistant?” she asked when I introduced her to Courtney.

“No, I'm her cousin and I model, too,” Courtney answered.

Hardly turning around, April said okay. While in the car, April went over how she was in the process of getting my website done and that she wanted me to do a calendar.

“Wellzo is hot right now, and everyone is feeling him, and you are associated with him as the ‘Slide It Down' girl. So, Shanice, you have to take advantage of everything while it is in front of you. There is always a prettier girl with a better shape coming out. But I know what it takes to have longevity. I just ask that my models respect themselves and not sleep with the rappers because this industry is so small. And you're not setting yourself up for the next video when you sleep with them—you are making sure you are not in the next video. You understand that?”

“I do.”

“In addition to the website, we are setting you up a Twitter page and a fan page on Facebook. Make sure you interact with your fans, and let them know where you are and what you are doing. It is very important. If they feel like they know you, they will support everything that you do. Most importantly, when you start doing club appearances, be sure to take pictures when they ask.”

“Okay, that's cool. I can do that.”

“I have a guy coming to interview you during the photo shoot. Just be sweet and nice and shout out your site, Shani Amore dot com. We are going to take a lot of shots and I'm sending your stuff over to XXL for model of the month, King,
Black Men's Magazine
, and you will definitely be included in the ladies of
Chrome and Platinum
group pictures.”

“Okay,” I said as I looked over at Courtney. All I could think was that this was really happening.

 

We arrived at a studio with a full cast of makeup and hair people. There were huge lights with black umbrellas attached. I immediately noticed the other model who got smart at the last casting call.

“Oh, you manage her, too.”

“Yeah, that's my daughter. I was watching her video and that's how I saw you.” It was a real small world. I was so glad I hadn't smacked the mess out of the girl at the last shoot. April then led me to hair and makeup. Everyone was making a big deal over me. They thought I was too hairy on my arms so they waxed me all over, ripping hair off everywhere. They said that even the smallest of hair would show up on film. I trusted them because they were making me look hot. They had me looking like a prettier version of me.

Courtney sat around just watching everything. I wanted her to be a part of all of this, she was just as cute as I was. I wanted to ask April did she need anyone else, but I didn't want to ruin my opportunity.

“April, do you need any other models?”

“I guess I could use another one.”

“Because my cousin does modeling, too.”

“All right, tell her to get in the chair.”

 

Excitedly I ran over to Courtney. “She is going to put you in the shoot.” Courtney was speechless and happily sat down in the stylist's chair.

“Shani, so what do you think my new name should be?”

“I was thinking about Court and then N-A-Y. Like, Court-Nay.”

“But it sounds the same.”

“I know, but I like the different spelling.”

“Maybe. We will think of something.”

I left Courtney because it was time for me to get in front of the cameras and go to work.

My first shoot was in the shower with a neon-green bikini, and it was untied from the back. It didn't cover much, but I felt so beautiful and sexy every time the camera flashed. After the shower shoot, I changed into a gold swimsuit that had silver perforated cutouts on the sides. They had me modeling on and against a blue Kawasaki motorcycle. After that, I wore a fur bikini and sat in a tiny white chair next to an all-white background. I crossed my legs and was trying out different poses, but the photographer instructed me to turn around in the chair so that my rump would hang off. He told me to look over my shoulder toward him and hold my mouth open. His camera was capturing my every movement like he couldn't get enough of me. Between takes I texted and talked to Jabril. I told him I was working on a photo shoot, and he asked me when he could have another private session with me. He kept saying he needed my mouth because it was something special.

“Really, you need me, so when the next time you coming out here?”

“Not for a few weeks.”
So why is he calling me now, teasing me?
I thought.

“But you can come out here. I can send you a ticket today.”

“I can, when? Right now I'm in New York at my photo shoot. I have to work through the weekend, but I'm off Monday through Wednesday. Don't your chick live with you? Where am I going to stay?”

“That's why they have hotels.”

“Okay, I'll come.”

“I'm going to get you a ticket for Monday.”

“All right then, I'm there.”

I hung up the phone with the biggest smile on my face. If I wasn't all made up and done, I would have gotten up and started dancing. Courtney started asking who it was.

“Who was that?”

“Jabril, that guy we went to the game and saw.”

“You for real? He keep calling?”

“He does. He wants me to come out there where he's at, in Oklahoma.”

“Damn, girl, everything is happening for you. I'm jealous. So he going to buy you a plane ticket and everything.”

“Everything is happening for
us
. You are a part of the everything, too, now.”

April pulled me over to come do an interview with Mike, who had his own YouTube show called The Street Report. The man had on a safari hat and a towel wrapped around his neck. He was short and didn't look like an official interviewer, but I was very nice even when his camera guy almost blinded me with his light. He did his intro for his show and then he began asking me questions.

“So I saw you in the Wellzo ‘Slide It Down' video. How you feeling? The streets are talking, they saying you the next, you know, the next ‘it' girl.”

“Really, the streets are saying that? That's nice.” I giggled.

“Yeah, Shani Amore, I mean, how you feeling? You're beautiful as hell, and everyone is talking about you and you just got in the game. How can your fans see more of you?”

“I feel good. I feel honored, and my fans can check out my website for Shani Amore and be on the lookout for my calendar coming soon.”

After my interview wrapped up, I watched Courtney's shoot. She was killing it, and I was so happy she came with me. I think we both are going to make the magazine, and we can party and make money together.