Prima Donna (4 page)

“
If I didn’t care I wouldn’t be here. Look,” he waved his hand. “I’m tired of talkin’. Come here.” He beckoned for her to sit on his lap.

McKinley sauntered over to Jamil, trying her best not to smile.

“
I love you.” He stared deep into her eyes. “Don’t shit else matter.”

“
I know it’s just that—”

“
Shhhhhhh.” Jamil cut her off by placing his index finger up to her lips. “I don’t wanna talk no more. I wanna see what you got on underneath this lil bitty ass dress.” He slid his hands underneath her skirt and massaged her bare ass.

“
Aww, yeah?” He smiled, surprised. “Yo’ ass really in trouble now. Give me a kiss,” Jamil demanded.

McKinley placed her hands on the side of his face and slowly kissed his lips.

“
You gon’ give me some?”

McKinley quickly got up. “Uh ah, Jamil, we are not gettin’ ready to have sex. I promised Kristen I’d go out wit’ her tonight.” She got up.

He looked up at her. “So going out wit’ yo’ homegirl is more important than spending time wit’ ya’ man?”

“
Here you go.” McKinley groaned, tucking her hair behind her ear.

Jamil nodded his head repeatedly then unzipped his jeans. “It’s cool.”

He pulled out his dick and began talking to it. “You see how she doing us, man?”
This nigga is not fighting fair,
McKinley thought, licking her lips.

If there was one thing in life she couldn’t resist, it was an end-of-the-season sale and Jamil’s big, brown juicy dick. To her, it was a work of art and to see it sticking straight up in the air like a missile, while Jamil ran his hand up and down its shaft, put her in a trance. McKinley didn’t even realize that she’d taken him in her mouth until she was on her knees. She thoroughly enjoyed sucking Jamil’s dick. It always seemed to glide in and out of her mouth with velvet ease.

“
Fuck,” Jamil groaned.

McKinley sucked his dick like a porn star. Wanting a better view, Jamil combed McKinley’s hair over to the side with his fingertips and watched with pleasure as she slid her tongue from his balls up to the tip of his dick. Ready to put his thing down, Jamil said, “Come here.”

McKinley straddled him and eased down slowly onto his dick.

“
Damn, baby, you wet.” Jamil gripped her butt cheeks and helped her bounce up and down.

“
I know, baby, this dick feels so good.” She whimpered as her cell phone rang.

“
Mmm, hold up. Let me get that, that’s Kristen.” She tried reaching for her phone.

“
You wasn’t answering yo’ phone earlier, so don’t answer it now. I got this. You concentrate on riding this dick.” Jamil slapped her on the ass and answered her phone.

“
Are you ready?” Kristen asked, dryly.

“
Yo, listen. She ain’t comin’. I mean, well, she is cumming, but you get the picture.” Jamil chuckled.

“
Jamil,” McKinley shrieked, still bouncing.

“
Oh, my God! Y’all are disgusting. Bye!” Kristen hung up.

Jamil cracked a smile and hung up, too.

“
You love this dick, don’t you?” He slapped her ass again.

“
Oooooh, yes,” McKinley screamed, feeling an orgasm coming near.

“
Shit, babe.” She rocked back and forth. “Oh, my God, this dick feels so good!”

“
You finna come?” Jamil could feel a nut build in the tip of his dick.

“
Yes!”

“
Me, too.” Jamil came without pulling out.

Calming down from her orgasmic high, McKinley stood up and plopped down onto the couch.

“
That was so good, I wanna buy you a short set.” She panted heavily, trying to catch her breath.

“
You want something to drink?” Jamil asked, going inside the kitchen.

“
Yeah, get me a bottled water, please.”

Jamil quickly returned with both of their drinks.

“
Thanks, baby.” McKinley took a long gulp. “Whew! I needed that.”

“
Why don’t you go get dressed, so we can go out?” Jamil asked.

“
For real?” McKinley looked at him surprised.

“
Yeah.”

“
Bet.” She jumped up from the couch and raced to her bedroom.

XoXo

It was midnight when McKinley and Jamil walked hand in hand into club Mansion. Mansion was one of the premiere places to be in Miami. On any given night, you could run into a top-line celebrity like Kourtney Kardashian, Diddy or Drake. There was always a party being thrown by an A-list celeb or a one-time-only performance by your favorite artist. Being inside Mansion was like being transported into another realm. The space was humongous. More than five hundred people could fit into the club.

But even with the slew of scantily clad women in the crowd none could outshine McKinley. Homegirl was fresh to death in a colorful, multi-strand, beaded necklace, white scoop-neck oversized T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up, lime-green bandage skirt and purple Manolo Blahnik, patent leather heels. Her long hair was parted down the center and flat ironed bone straight. To finish off the look she rocked a hot pink, Valentino Noeud d’Amore clutch. Jamil didn’t look too bad either.

He donned a blue jean jacket with the sleeves shrugged up. In the pocket of the jacket was a crème colored handkerchief. Underneath the jacket, he wore a blue V-neck tee. To complete his look, he sported a pair of dirty wash jeans and brown leather combat boots. McKinley and Jamil were such a stunning couple that partygoers couldn’t help but stop and stare as they walked by. As McKinley strutted up the steps to the VIP area, she spotted Kristen on the dance floor, dancing as if she didn’t have a care in the world.

“
Hold up, babe. I see Kristen. Let me go say hi to her,” McKinley said in mid-stride.

“
A’ight. Tell her to come up in VIP wit’ us,” Jamil suggested.

“
Okay,” McKinley said, turning around.

The crowd on the dance floor was so thick that it took McKinley almost five minutes to get to Kristen. Sleigh Bells “Infinity Guitar” was blasting through the speakers and Kristen was all into the beat.

“
You look cute,” McKinley yelled into her ear over the loud music.

Kristen spun around.

“
Bitch!” She opened her arms wide and hugged McKinley. “What are you doing here? I thought you were standing me up for yo’ nigga?”

“
I technically did. He’s upstairs in VIP. You mad at me?” McKinley poked out her bottom lip.

“
You fake, but whatever.” Kristen waved her off.

“
C’mon, you wanna come upstairs wit’ us?”

“
What, so I can be the third wheel?” Kristen cocked her head back. “I think not.”

“
Girl, you know it ain’t nothin’ like that. C’mon.” McKinley took her hand, not taking no for an answer.

To both McKinley and Kristen’s surprise, when they entered the VIP area they found Jamil and Kristen’s boyfriend, Tony, smoking cigars and poppin’ bottles with one another.

“
Did you know he was here?” Kristen asked McKinley.

“
No. I’m just as surprised as you are,” McKinley responded.

Kristen stomped over to Tony. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“
I knew you was gon’ have yo’ hot ass up in the club tonight, so I decided to pop up on you. You still mad at me?” Tony invaded Kristen’s personal space.

“
What you think?” Kristen replied, not backing down.

“
I take that as a yes.” He laughed.

“
You damn right.” Kristen rolled her eyes.

“
Why you so damn mean? You know that shit turn me on.” Tony wrapped her up in his arms.

“
I can’t stand you.” Kristen shook her head and cracked a smile.

Happy to see her friend smiling, McKinley walked over to her man who was holding her a glass of champagne.

Jamil held up his glass. “To us.”

“
To us.” McKinley tapped her glass against his then took a sip when “Wet”
by Snoop Dogg came on.

“
Aww shit! That’s my song.” She sat her glass down and started grooving.

Kristen loved the song, too, and started jamming to the song with her.

“
Tell me, baby, are you wet? I just wanna get you wet.” They sang the song while rolling their hips.

Jamil loved nothing more than to see McKinley lose herself within the beat of a song. McKinley could dance her ass off. Her moves were so sensual and hypnotizing. She knew how to roll her stomach and hips just like a belly dancer and pop her ass like a video vixen. Jamil watched as her round booty twirled around in circles. The skintight skirt she wore emphasized her moves and curves. The sight was too much for him to handle. It made him dizzy with lust.

McKinley looked over her shoulder at him. She could see the look of desire in his eyes. Knowing just how to turn him on, she backed her ass up on him. Jamil placed his hands on her hips and danced with her. For the rest of the night the two love birds enjoyed each other’s company. They laughed, drank and danced until the wee hours of the morning.

“
I’m pissed off. I want you to feel the same.”

Dawn Richards

“
I’m Just Sayin’”

After a long fun-filled night of grooving to their favorite Hip Hop and R&B artists and sipping on the finest liquor Mansion had to offer, McKinley and Jamil returned home. As soon as they walked through the door, Jamil stripped down and went to bed. Normally, McKinley would’ve gone right to bed, too, but she had to clean her kitchen. The dishes from the previous morning were still in the sink and McKinley was not raised to go to bed with a dirty kitchen.

While Jamil lay underneath the covers, soaking up the central air, she stood barefoot at the kitchen sink, washing the dishes by hand. McKinley was halfway done when she heard a loud buzzing sound. Wondering where the sound was coming from, McKinley turned off the faucet and listened closely. The buzzing noise wasn’t coming from the kitchen so she walked into the living room. McKinley was so focused on locating the noise that she didn’t notice Jamil’s Lanvin sneakers and jeans in the middle of the floor, causing her to almost trip and fall.

“
I’ma kick his ass,” she hissed, bending over to pick up his things.

Then she heard the buzzing sound come from his jeans.

Who in the hell is callin’ him this early in the morning,
she thought, holding his jeans up to her chest. Immediately, memories of Jamil’s past infidelities came rushing to her mind. Yeah, she’d forgiven him for his past transgressions, but once he’d cheated on her that feeling of betrayal never went away. She knew it was wrong to snoop because when you look for trouble you usually find it, but she had to know who was calling him. Quietly, she reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. The screen revealed that he had a text message from someone named T. The message read:

From: T

Where r u? I’m @ home.

Sent:

Sun, May 21, 4:37 am

Chill bumps immediately spread across McKinley’s arms and legs she was so enraged. Breathing heavily, she glanced over her shoulder to ensure the coast was clear, it was. She had to confirm that this T person was a girl, so McKinley pressed the call button and dialed the person’s phone. Two rings later, a woman answered the phone. Hearing the woman’s voice crushed her heart. Tears instantly formed in her eyes, but she was determined not to cry.

“
Hello?” the woman said again.

McKinley didn’t bother to say anything. Instead, she ended the call and went back into the kitchen. Grabbing a pin and a piece of paper, she quickly jotted down the girl’s number and stashed it in one of the kitchen drawers she knew Jamil never went in. Now that she had all the ammunition she needed to pounce on his cheating ass, McKinley raced up the stairs and barged into their bedroom.