Thong on Fire (13 page)

When she was finished she changed her gear again and came back to the table in another dope mini-dress. This one was jet black with a split up the back, and I had no doubt that those diamonds she was rocking were real.

“Why don’t we cut out?” she leaned over and whispered in my ear. “They got parties going all over this place. Let’s hit a few.”

We jetted while Busta Rhymes was clowning on the stage with his new cut. Dymond’s bodyguards took us out a side door and we ended up in a sweet white limo that was spotless inside and smelled brand-new.

As soon as we started to roll, Dymond raised the window between us and her driver, then broke out a silver tray and produced some ’caine from a nice-sized glass vial. I knew that much hit had to be worth thousands, but she tapped out ten lines like they only cost about a dollar each.

“Where are your bodyguards?” I asked her.

She angled her head. “Driving right behind us. We cool, girl.

“Here,” she said, handing me a rolled-up dollar bill. I could see enough of it to know it was at least a fifty or a hundred. My mouth started watering as I bent over that tray. I loved what coke did to me, and my greedy ass tried to sniff up all her shit!

We drove around drinking and hitting lines, with music blaring from the speakers. We was laughing and joking like we’d been chilling together forever, and I was having a real good time. When Dymond offered me a triple stack of X, I popped that shit and chased it back with some champagne from the iced compartment near our feet.

Every time Dymond said something funny she leaned over and slapped me on my leg. One time when she did it, she left her hand there. I acted like I didn’t notice, and so did she.

We were riding for a good minute, and I sorta wondered where the hell the party place was, but we were having fun. Dymond kept the coke lined up and that X was running through me making me feel good as hell. We started talking about music and Dymond brought up the video proposition again.

“Yeah, just wait till we get back. I’ll have my production manager get with your agent with the dates and the payment, cool? And you know I’ll tear you off proper, so that won’t be a problem. My goal is to give you more public play than you’re already getting. You’re really a talented and beautiful girl, Saucy. You sure caught my eye.”

I laughed. “Oh, I ain’t got no agent, but I love doing videos! I like being on film, period. Ever since I was a little girl I fantasized about being in front of the camera.”

“Yeah, I love it too. But sometimes some funny shit gets recorded. Did you see that footage of Destiny’s Child when Michelle fell and busted her ass? And her girls kept it moving like she wasn’t even there?”

She leaned all over me laughing and slapping my leg, and I was laughing my ass off too. By the time we calmed down both of us was breathing hard. But the funny moment had passed and sistah was still practically in my lap.

Outta nowhere she made a move.

She lifted her head from my shoulder as her hand slid between my legs. Her mouth covered mine and at the same time she rammed her finger into my pussy as hard as she could.

I had never felt no shit like that in my life. Nothing had ever snuck into my pussy so quick and with so much force, and I yelped, then squeezed my legs shut on her hand and nutted, screaming into her mouth.

This bitch was all fingers and tongue.

I was on my back and she was finger-fucking me with long strokes, using her palm to press my mound and my clit. Then she climbed on top of me like a man and started humping, her teeth biting into my lips as she squeezed my ass. She moved up and pressed one of her titties to my lips and I opened my mouth and caught her nipple between my teeth. It was pink and hard and I rolled it between my lips, then sucked it the same way I liked to have my own titties sucked.

“Yeah,” she moaned, then slid down to her knees and pulled my thong to the side. She gave my pussy a big deep lick, then started sucking my clit and teasing it with her tongue as I opened my legs wider and tried to push her whole face up in my stuff.

My slit was wet and leaking all over the seat, and she was licking and flicking my clit, pressing it with her tongue, then sucking it real hard, then real soft, then real hard again.

She had me going and I reached up and grabbed the headrest on the seat and held on as I came again. I was still dizzy when Dymond pulled me down on the floor. We got down there and stripped, rubbing our bodies together. I squeezed her titties and played with her pretty nipples. I had never in my life sucked no titties before, and I couldn’t believe what I had been missing. She was on top, fucking the hell out of me. Our pussies were hot and slippery and I felt her body starting to twitch. I reached between us and spread my pussy lips wider, letting her rub her clit in my juices as she humped and moaned. She got crazy when I slipped my finger into her tight wet hole, and she started shaking and biting her lips. “Rub my clit,” she begged me as I fucked her. “Rub my clit!”

I rubbed it like she told me to, but then she snatched my hand away and went back to rubbing her pussy on me. She moved her slit all over my pubic hair, then back down into my wetness. Her clit was swollen stiff and I was trying to grab it with my pussy muscles. When she started shaking again we both just broke out in a straight fuck, bumping our pussies together as we went all out to get our nuts.

Minutes later my mouth was dry and I wanted her off me. I raised my head and looked at her, and we both squealed and laughed as the car hit a big pothole.

“Everything I heard about you was true,” she said, smiling.

I laughed again. If her pussy wasn’t still leaking all over me I wouldn’t have believed what had just gone down.

“Nothing I heard about you was true.”

We got dressed and drank some more Moët and everything was cool. We had driven for so long that I knew damn well we must have lapped around the island ten times and passed at least a hundred parties. Dymond lowered the window and told her driver to take us to a hotel that I recognized as being right near the awards show. We joined the after-party that was already live, and both of us got swept up by some cute artists and danced our asses off.

From time to time we caught each other’s eye and grinned. We were having fun and I felt what we’d done was all good. But it was even better the next day when a delivery boy knocked on my hotel door. That crazy chick had sent me a box of thongs! She had also sent me a box containing the diamond jewelry she’d had on the night before. And oh yeah. There was a little sumpthin’ else in that box too. A cashier’s check. For ten thousand dollars.

I
HAD BEEN
back from Antigua for a couple of months when Tai decided to get brand-new on me. You know a buster gotta come on the scene every now and then and shit on the party, and that’s just what Tai did.

“You’ve been running around so much we don’t even get to talk anymore, Saucy. I kinda miss ya ass. So when’s your next assignment?” It was a Friday night and Tai always had to have fish on Fridays. We were standing in line at this fish joint on 145th Street and the smell of fish fins and old grease was getting in my clothes and making me sick.

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I been getting a lot of calls but I’m taking a break for a minute.”

Tai nodded. She had her eyes all in this brother’s plate as he walked past with a pile of fried shrimp and whiting. The fish was so fresh out the grease it was still sizzling.

“You can afford to do that? I mean, how you gonna get high
and
party your ass off if you don’t keep working?”

“Tai, please. Don’t start no shit with me.” I moved up in the line. The reason I wasn’t doing a lot of videos was because I was making enough money on the side. Dymond was my girl. She liked to send a car for me in the middle of the night when she was lonely and wanting her some pussy. She had sex toys out the ass and we’d get buzzed and take turns inserting fake dicks in all sizes and shapes in each other, laughing and playing nasty all night. Dymond liked to eat me out and she liked to fuck on top. She would strap on a ten-inch dick and pound my stuff just as good as any nigga. Half the time I just closed my eyes and pretended she was a man, and got off like that.

I kept Dymond satisfied and she told me I was the best piece of tail she had ever had. She must have been giving out recommendations on my ass because every horny nigga in the industry had started blowing up my spot. Plus, she was real free with her gifts and cash, and through her I had met a lot of other sexually frustrated stars who wanted to get their freak on. Shit, everybody had needs, and sometimes it was hard for celebrities to get theirs met, especially if their needs fell outside of the normal box.

But Saucy was on it. Male or female, I didn’t discriminate. I made ’em feel real comfortable with their sex secrets and I sure didn’t have a problem being a part of the fantasy. They wanted this? I gave it to them. They wanted that? Well, they got it.

“I guess you probably need a little break, huh?” Tai said. “All that wildin’ you been doing lately. And oh yeah! I heard all about that commotion you caused at that Flushing Meadows tennis match the other week. Fighting that damn white girl! Pulling out all her hair! And what the hell was you doing with that Zinger Jones anyway? Ain’t you still fuckin’ with Marshall George? You living up in his crib! What? All of a sudden you and Zinger got something in common these days?”

I blew my breath out. Yeah, I was fuckin’ Zinger Jones. Hell, he was a top tennis star! “Tai, stop hatin’! Damn! You always talking about shit you don’t know nothing about! Yeah, I’m still living at Marshall’s, but me and Zinger got a lot in common. Both of us are half-Asian, if you ain’t noticed!”

Shit, Tai just didn’t know! This Asian thing was finally working for me. Zinger mighta been all on ESPN and shit, but he wasn’t nothing but an undercover crackhead who didn’t mind tricking up his doe so he could get high and nibble on my fortune cookies. Hell, Tai would freak the hell out if she knew some of the biggest music moguls in the business were into Asians.

Take, for instance, Pretty Boy. He was a top industry shot caller and a willie, for real. He had a beautiful wife, a mega-successful record label, a truckload of artists he had developed, and he was even a hot performer. But he also kept prostitutes from Cambodia. He had a smuggling game going where he would swap out pretty young girls every few weeks and got him some new ones. But this nigga’s head was all twisted. He was a freak for Asian pussy, but only when they acted like slaves. That’s where I came in with my dominatrix whips and chains. Hell, every good master needed him an evil overseer, right? I whipped up some whelps on those bitches’ asses while they sucked the black off his dick!

“Go ’head,” Tai told the girl behind us, letting her get in front of us. Then she looked at me and folded her arms. “Saucy, the only damn thing you know about being Asian is the fuckin’ duck sauce in the Chinese restaurant. And you don’t even care about that. So don’t pull that ‘we Asian’ shit with me. I have never even seen you speak to an Asian person. You don’t even know they exist. And now, all of a sudden you sitting out in all that damn sun while that rich, big-teefed nigga slaps a ball back and forth across a net, and then you beat his girlfriend’s white ass and take off with him on his boat for a whole week? And what the hell was that shit about at the W Hotel the other week? You bust up in they party drunk as hell and screaming on folks, tearing off your clothes and telling niggas to line up to get brained? Them niggas was laughing at you and bragging about how good you spit on they dicks! Every damn body at my job was talking about that shit and I was embarrassed as hell when I heard it! I don’t know what kinda yay you been smoking, or how much X you popping or hit you sniffing, or whatever. But you need to slow your ass down, Saucy.”

For a second I just looked at Tai. Then I turned around and squeezed out of that fishy little hole in the wall and headed down the street. I wasn’t surprised to hear her huffing behind me, all out of breath.

“Saucy!
Saucy!
Saucy, wait!”

“What, Tai?”

“Hold up,” she said, letting her shoulder bag hang to the ground. “Okay, I know I just went off. I probably hurt your feelings, and if I did, I’m sorry. But come on, Saucy! You know what I’m trying to say. You got everybody in the industry talking about you! You showing up late, getting stupid on the set, and every other week you’re getting passed off to somebody else. Girl, they’re tricking you like you ain’t nothing but a high-priced sack chaser, and your stupid ass is just giving them whatever they want.”

“I don’t
give
nobody shit, Tai,” I said coldly. “Ain’t nobody ever gave me nothing, so just believe that any damn thing I do, I’m getting
paid
for it.”

Tai’s eyes looked sad and she shook her head. “Yeah. I pity you though. You getting paid, all right.”

“
Bitch!
” I shrieked. “You out there busting your ass on a bullshit nine-to-five and you wanna scream on me for jetting all over the world on somebody
else
’s dime? I shop for jewelry in Tiffany and H. Stern while you picking over shit on 125th Street! I get my gear tailored to fit my banging ass, and you still doing the racks at Lane Bryant! Damn right, I’m getting paid. You just a hater, Tai. You’s a motherfuckin’ hater! Maybe if you stopped OD’ing on fried fish and pork skins and pepperoni pizza somebody might wanna pay your big ass for some pussy too!”

Tai just looked at me. Oh, she was mad as fuck. But she still pitied me. I could see it just beyond her eyes and it burned me up.

“Aiight, Saucy. I don’t even know why I fuck with you ’cause I swear to God you crazy and you got some shit with you. But it’s cool.”

She slung that big-ass bag over her shoulders and waddled away. Who the fuck did she think she was flossing on? She probably had some Cheetos and Doritos and a couple of chocolate-covered donuts in that damn bag, and I started to run behind her and put my foot in her ass.

But I didn’t.

I walked down the street until I saw a cab and flagged him down. I told him my address, then sat back and closed my eyes until I was home.

It was two weeks before I saw Tai again.

I’d taken a taxi to 145th Street and asked the driver to wait while I made a quick run. Twenty minutes later I was standing outside her job, wondering if she was gonna even agree to see me.

“Hi,” she said when the receptionist let me in. Tai was planning events at a recording and production studio and the joint looked real professional inside and out. She took me in the break room and I handed her the bag I had in my hand.

“What’s this?”

“It’s Friday, Tai. I got you some fish. It’s your favorite and you know you gotta have it.”

She grinned and took the bag. “You think you know me so damn good, huh, Saucy?” She set it on her desk without opening it.

“Not as good as you know me. Shit. Not half as good as you know me.”

“Ya think?” She shook her head. “Half the time I have to ask myself if I really know your ass at all, Saucy. Sometimes it’s really hard being your best friend. You ain’t no walk in the damn park, ya know.”

“I know. Believe me, Tai. I know. That’s why I came down here. I been thinking about all that bullshit I said to you that day. None of it was true. I was just acting ill ’cause you called me out.”

“No.” Tai held up her hand. “Uh-uh. I appreciate what you said, Saucy. Sometimes it takes hearing the truth come outta the mouth of somebody you love for it to slap you upside your damn head. You ain’t gotta be sorry when you telling it like it is.”

I didn’t say nothing because I got the feeling that shit was supposed to go both ways. Like, if I was really telling the truth about her being fat, then she was telling the truth about me being a jump-off.

“But forget all that, Saucy. You know how we do it. We been going at it since we was eight years old. Ain’t nothing changed.”

I laughed. She was right. We’d had our first fight the day I showed up in her third-grade class and told her she looked like a walrus. She had knocked the shit outta me, then cried and tried to hug me when my nose started bleeding.

“So you working this weekend?”

I shook my head.

“Good! That means you can hang out with me tonight, then.”

I looked at her suspiciously. “Where, Tai? Hang out where?” I wasn’t trying to go to no poetry slam and sit around eating peanuts and stale pretzels outta no community bowl.

“I know you heard about it. My studio is producing that Mothers Against Drunk Driving charity show in lower Manhattan tonight. It’s at a concert hall downtown. We landed a contract with Freedom Moore to headline it, and he’s donating his whole purse to MADD.”

“Free Moore? That ‘air bling’ nigga from Ruthless Rap?”

Tai nodded. “Yeah. The only brother in the game with no Jacob watches and no platinum chains. This is gonna be his last show before he goes into retirement. I’ve been working with him on this, and he’s so cool everybody is gonna be there to see him off. They’ve got a hot line-up of artists on the program too. One of the executives at my job had to rush to the hospital because his wife went in labor. I got his tickets and backstage VIP passes before he left.”

“But I thought that Free dude was broke? Didn’t he lose a whole lotta bank after Thug-A-Licious got killed? I heard his business partner cheated him out of a bankroll, and then a bunch of his artists started complaining that they wasn’t getting paid.”

“Nah, I think most of that is a rumor, girl. People just be saying crazy stuff ’cause Free ain’t into that all click mess, or that flashy bling, big car, heavy jewelry scene. He’s just a regular dude who still takes the train all over New York. He’s not out there trying to outdo none of these other label execs just to prove how much doe he holds.”

I shrugged. “Cool. Sounds good. Want me to meet you down there?”

“Hell no. Girl we ain’t hung out in so long we need to roll together. I’ll pick you up at midnight, but first I’ll stop and get us some Yak. You can find us some nice blueberry smoke, and we’ll get buzzed and go catch us a few ballers.”

Now that’s the old Tai I was used to! The girl who liked to party and have a good time. I sure missed her ass!

“Oh, it’s on!” I said and let her hug me before I left. “I’ll meet you at my crib at twelve. Make sure you wear something slutty.”

I had smoked some green and was already feeling good when Tai picked me up. We took a cab downtown and I was glad she had VIP passes ’cause the line was down the block and all the way around the corner. I was hurting a pair of white Birthday Cake shorts and a banging sleeveless blouse that had a strap in the front that went up over my shoulders and tied behind my neck. My hair was pulled way up off my neck with a platinum bow, and spiraling down in silky black ringlet curls. Platinum earrings glinted from my ears, and a matching bracelet that Zinger Jones had surprised me with was on my left wrist.

I swayed my hips past the waiting crowd, grinning all the way through the door. Tai had a hard time keeping up with me but there was no slowing me down. We were mingling in the crowd when somebody smacked me on the ass. I turned around and saw one of Young Jeezy’s homeys, who hugged me and told me I was looking damn good. I told him to tell Jeezy I was his biggest fan!

“Girl, you got that jelly rolling,” he said, admiring my hips and legs. I introduced him to Tai, and a few moments later I was sashaying my ass through the crowd again, heading for the stage area. I was charged up, not only from the coke and the smoke, but from the energy all those powerful rappers and artists were giving off.

“We got some good-ass seats.” Tai beamed, proud of herself. The stage was done in two levels, and the lower one was where the VIP seats were.

Thanks to Tai and her boss’s wife, who was probably screaming “Push! Push!” at that very moment, I was about to experience this show up front and real personal. Our seats were almost dead-front-and-center on the lower stage. Behind us, the tables and chairs were filling up fast because they’d opened the main doors and started letting people in.