Turned Out Saga (35 page)

Shamel was pacing the floor and his boys were watching him.

“Yo man, what's with all the pacing.”

He looked at them. It was Big Tone, Ronnie, and True. He wondered how much he should tell them. Should he tell them he thought he was in love with Alexis? Should he tell them how far he was willing to go to get her?

Fuck it, they were his boys, if they said some wild shit and got out of hand, he'd just punch them in the fucking mouth.

“Yo, I think Alexis is the one. I'm considering making her my woman.”

“Who? That chick you had Ronnie watching? The one who had that other ni–”

Shamel cut Big Tone off. “Yeah, man, that's the one.”

Big Tone, his main homie, who was sitting down, jumped up and said, “Oh, hell no, are you serious man? What happened to players for life? What happened to getting all the pussy you can?”

“Yeah, man,” True interrupted, “she must have put it on you.”

Ronnie knew better than to open his mouth, so he just stood there. After all, Shamel paid his bills and he knew not to fuck with the man in charge.

“Ronnie, True, leave me and Big Tone alone.”

True stood still, acting like he didn't want to move.

“Yo, I said step.”

True turned and walked out of the room behind Ronnie.

Once they were out of the room, Big Tone asked, “What's up with your boy?” He was talking about True.

“He wants me to let him manage a club.”

“So he's acting like a little bitch because of it?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“You know you're going to have to handle that shit.”

“Yeah, I know and I will, but that's not what I wanted to talk about.”

“What you wanna talk about, this chick you got Ronnie following? What's up with that, man? Ain't no honey worth all the trouble.”

Big Tone was Shamel's homeboy from childhood and he knew he could tell him anything. They went as far back as diapers.

“Yo dog, I guess I should have told you that I've been getting tired of this player shit. Ever since I spent the holidays with my family, I've been feeling like there's a void in my life. I want some little Shamels running around.”

“Well, you can have that without getting serious with someone.”

“I know, but I don't want to do it that way.”

Big Tone, who was once married and vowed never to entertain that shit ever again saw that his boy was serious and decided that he would not clown him, but support his decision. “Man, if that's how you feel. You know me and my selfish ass. I felt that we were going to grow old banging pussy, smoking weed, and running these clubs.”

“I'll still be doing that, but I'll have my main girl at home waiting for me.”

Big Tone laughed at this because although Shamel spoke of change, he didn't think he was really ready for commitment.

There was a knock on the door.

“Speak!” Shamel yelled.

“It's me Shamel.”

“That's shorty?” Big Tone asked. Obviously he recognized the voice.

“Yeah,” Shamel answered.

“I thought you weren't dealing with her anymore.”

“I'm not.”

“Come on Shamel, let me in!” the voice yelled through the door.

Big Tone looked at Shamel who gave him the nod yes.

Big Tone went to the door and opened it. “What's up Diamond?”

“Hey Tone, what's going up?” she responded while looking at Shamel the whole time.

“I guess I'll leave you two alone.” He walked out and closed the door behind him.

“What should I call you? Diamond or Shay?” Shamel asked.

“You can call me whatever you want.”

“How about an underage liar?”

Shay stepped up to Shamel and wrapped her arms around his waist. “You mean to tell me, you honestly didn't know I was underage?”

He pushed her back. “Bitch, I ain't R. Kelly.”

Shay dropped her arms. “Why I gotta be all that? Why I gotta be a bitch?”

Shamel turned and walked away from her. He went and sat behind his desk. He knew she didn't really expect an answer. “Why are you working here if you're still in school, what's up with your home life?”

Shay dropped her eyes and told him, “I don't have a home life.”

“What, are you telling me you're homeless?”

Shay didn't answer him.

“How come you haven't been to school?”

“What are you, my father?”

Shamel didn't even bother answering.

“What the hell I got to go to school for? I need to make a living. What, you fucking Ms. Houston now? You don't want me anymore because of her old ass.”

Shamel narrowed his eyes and told her, “Don't go there and who I'm fucking doesn't concern you.”

Shay walked behind Shamel's desk and sat in front of him. She was wearing a jean mini-shirt with a yellow formfitting T-shirt. She opened her legs and he wasn't shocked to see she didn't have any panties on.

“You mean to tell me you're going to give up this sweet, young pussy for hers?”

“Close your damn legs girl. I got business I need to take care of.”

Shay didn't listen. She placed her hand on her pussy. “Look at it Shamel.” She put her finger inside and pulled it out. “You know you want to.”

He looked and his dick got hard immediately.

“What are you gonna do about it?” Shay was teasing him. “What are you gonna do about this tight young pussy?”

Shamel didn't say a word. He just stood up, unzipped his pants, pulled out his dick, pushed her back, and shoved it in her pussy. Even knowing she was underage, he couldn't stop himself.

“Yeah, that's what I'm talking about. Fuck me Shamel.”

Shamel placed his hand on her throat, “Shut up!” He continued to ram inside her pussy, making his dick go as deep as it possibly could. If he could have gone through her he would have. “Shit!” he called out as he pulled his dick out and came on her thighs.

“I knew you wanted this pussy.”

Shamel pulled open the top drawer on his desk and pulled out a box of tissues. “Here, wipe off and let's talk.”

Shay climbed off the desk and did as she was told.

Shamel fixed his clothes, looked at her and said, “I have something I need you to do for me.”

“What am I going to get in return?” She wasn't doing shit for free, especially since he fired her ass.

“Don't worry about that. Just know that I'll take care of you.”

“All right, what is it you want me to do?”

“It involves Alexis,” he told her.

Shay rolled her eyes and said, “I should have known.”

“I want you to go back to school.”

“Back to school? For what?”

“Because you need your education.”

Shay laughed out loud about that one. “You know damn well you don't give a damn about my education.”

“I need you to do this so that no one's on my back about you. I don't want the police called and shit.”

“Why would someone call the cops on me? I ain't nobody.”

Shamel knew now was the time to throw on the charm. He touched her face and said, “That's where you're wrong. You mean more to me than all these hoes I got working up in here.”

“Then how come I can't keep working here?”

“Because I want bigger and better things for you. I want you to work in my office, help me with my books and shit.”

Shay may have been naïve when it came to him, but she wasn't that naïve. “So basically, you want to keep fucking me and make good with Ms. Alexis so you can fuck her too?”

Shamel was fed up with her asking questions, so he walked around her to the door, opened it and told her, “Get the fuck out and don't come back.”

Shay didn't want to leave. She wanted Shamel any way she could have him and if that meant going back to school, she would but it would only be for a short while.

“All right, all right Shamel, I'll do it but remember you said you would take care of me.”

He closed the door, “Come and give daddy a kiss.”

Shay walked over to him slowly and wrapped her arms around him, “I love you Shamel. I'll do anything for you. You know that, right?”

Shamel could care less. He didn't want to hear those words from her, a high school student. He wanted to hear them from a grown-ass woman; a woman named Alexis.

Alexis waved to Gavin as she walked through her door. He followed her home just as he said he would. She didn't invite him in.

She pulled her cell phone out of her purse and sat down on the couch. She dialed Champagne's number.

“Hello?”

Alexis could hear people talking in the background. “Hey, where are you?”

“At a get-together.”

Alexis was about to ask her, how could she be at a get-together while Thomas was locked up, but then again, Thomas wasn't Champagne's man, Zyair was.
What am I so upset about? I don't go with Thomas, we're not exclusive. There's no reason for me to care so deeply.
Alexis tried to convince herself, but she knew she wasn't fooling anyone but herself. She found herself on more than a few occasions wondering what Thomas was doing, who he was with, and if he was thinking about her.

“Why? What's up?” Champagne asked.

Alexis opened her mouth to speak but no words came out, instead she started crying.

“Are you crying?” Champagne asked once she heard a sniffle.

“No, no. I'm okay. It's just that . . .”

“Just what sweetie, talk to me.”

“I . . .” She didn't know what she wanted. She didn't want to ask Champagne to leave where she was at having a good time and come sit with her miserable ass.

“Come where I'm at,” Champagne said.

“Nah, I don't want to rain on your parade.”

“Girl, come on. It'll take your mind off of whatever it's on and as you know there's nothing like girlfriends getting together. Plus I have someone I want you to meet.”

Alexis looked around her empty house, then at her watch. It was still early and she didn't feel like being alone, so why not. Maybe the company of women was just what she needed.

“All right, where are you?”

After Champagne gave her the address, Alexis picked up her purse and opened her door. Before stepping out, she looked up and down the street to make sure there wasn't a car parked anywhere with someone sitting in it watching her. She was relieved to find that there wasn't.

* * *

Twenty minutes later, Alexis pulled up to the address Champagne gave her, parked and called Champagne on her cell phone. “I'm outside.”

Less than ten seconds later Champagne was walking out the door, waving her in.

“So, whose house is this?” Alexis asked.

“Sharon's.”

“Who's Sharon?”

“The girl I was telling you about.”

“What. . . .” Alexis didn't even have to finish her sentence because it hit her, it was “the girl”. “The lesbian?” Alexis whispered.

“Shhhh. Come on in and meet her. She's having a get-together.”

Alexis followed her inside and prayed to herself that she wouldn't be uncomfortable or feel out of place. She'd never purposely hung around a group of gay women and wondered if anyone would try to come on to her.

When they entered the home, Alexis felt welcomed immediately. Some of the women in attendance approached her with hugs and introduced themselves.

“I'm Sharon,” one of the most attractive women there said. “Make yourself at home. Any friend of Champagne's is a friend of mine.”

“Thank you.” Alexis followed her into the living room where over twenty women were gathered drinking wine and having a heated conversation.

“Does Zyair know you're here?” Alexis whispered.

“I'm here as a friend not a lover and all he needs to know is that I'm getting together with a group of women.”

“She's very attractive.” Alexis was talking about Sharon.

“Don't I know it.”

Alexis just stood there and took it all in. She didn't even notice when Champagne walked off with Sharon.

“Hey, don't I know you from somewhere?” a voice whispered in Alexis' ear. She turned around to see who it was. It was a woman named Lana who helped her when she was out one night having a drink by herself.

“Oh, hey. How are you?”

“I'm good, how are you?”

Alexis wondered how long they were going to stand there and say, “Hey, how are you?” So she was honest and said, “Shit, I've had better days.”

“Anything I can do about it?”

“Do you always help strangers?” Alexis asked.

“Well, you're not a stranger anymore. So, again, is there anything I can help you with?”

There really wasn't, so what could Alexis say other than, “No thank you.”

Alexis looked around the room and wondered if everyone was gay. Was she the only one in the room that slept with men?

“Who are you here with?” Alexis asked Lana.

“I'm a friend of Sharon's.”

At the mention of Sharon, Alexis looked up for Champagne and noticed they were both gone.
I wonder where they went, are they making love?
After having that thought, she was surprised to find herself feeling a tinge of jealousy.
What the hell?

“I'll be right back. I have to go to the bathroom.” Alexis left her standing there and went to look for Champagne.

As she made her way to the back, supposedly in search of the bathroom, she peeked into a room that was empty.
For all I know they could be outside.
It was then she heard voices and if she wasn't mistaken, one of them was Champagne's.

The bathroom was next to the room where the voices were coming from.
I wonder if I can hear what they are saying if I go into the bathroom?
As it turned out she could. Not only could she hear what was being said but there was a door that connected to the other room.

Alexis made sure the bathroom door was locked and she cracked open the other door, hoping they wouldn't hear. If she got busted, she'd make up some kind of excuse. Whether it was believable or not, she'd deal with that when the time came.

“I can't see you in that capacity,” Champagne was saying.

“Are we going to go through this again?” Sharon said. She stood in front of Champagne and pulled her to her so that their pelvises were touching.

“Go through what?” Champagne asked.

“Go through the whole I can't see you thing. You know you want to.”

“I'm getting married,” Champagne told her although she and Zyair still had not set a date. But there was no reason to tell Sharon that.

Alexis watched as Sharon kissed Champagne on the neck.
What the hell, am I becoming a voyeur? I wonder if Champagne is going to put up a fight?

She didn't have to wonder because Champagne didn't. She closed her eyes and moaned instead.

“Come on, let me fuck you Champagne, let me do to you what your man does.” Sharon then placed her hand on Champagne's pussy.

“You have company. You need to go entertain your company.”

Alexis couldn't hear what Champagne said because there was a knock on the bathroom door. She had to quietly close the adjoining door.

After flushing the toilet and turning the water on in the sink, she said, “Just a minute.” She looked in the mirror and found that her face was flushed. She took a deep breath, opened the door and walked out, letting the other person in.

When she entered the living room, Champagne was coming from the back and headed straight for her. She couldn't even look her in the eye.

Once she was up on her she said, “Let me follow you home, I need to talk.”

Alexis looked at her friend who was obviously torn between her love for Zyair and her lust for this Sharon character and told her, “As do I.”

They quickly said their good-byes to everyone and were on their way out the door when the female who assisted Alexis that night came up to them with a piece of paper in her hand.

She handed it Alexis, winked and told her, “Call me.”

Alexis took it without saying a word.

* * *

When they arrived at Alexis' house, she was exhausted. It had been a long and draining day. It hit her the second they walked in. The last thing she felt like doing was having a conversation and it seemed like that was the last thing Champagne felt like doing as well.

“Girl, I'm tired. You mind if I stay in the guest room.”

Thankfully, Alexis changed the sheets each time she slept in there with someone. “Where's Zyair?”

“I called him on my way here. He's at the courthouse. They finally got a judge to sign papers to have Thomas released.”

“What the hell happened, Champagne?”

“I know what didn't happen and that's that Thomas was as surprised as anyone that those women were underage. He was surprised they were even there.”

“You think he'll see me tomorrow?”

“I'm sure he will.”

They were standing in the hall heading to separate rooms when Champagne asked, “Oh, how was your date with the young dude?”

Alexis smiled and told her, “It was really nice. I'll tell you about it in the morning.”

“All right, love you.”

“Love you too.”

When Alexis walked in her room, she sat on her bed and thought about what she'd witnessed between Champagne and Sharon. She thought about how wet it made her and how fast her heart began to beat. She knew that she would have watched everything had something more gone down and if there wasn't a knock on the bathroom door.

Damn, was her curiosity getting the best of her? Would her openness and willingness to be this new sexual being allow her to sleep with a female? Was it something she could actually go through with?

Alexis fell asleep with these thoughts and perhaps that explains her having the dream she had, the dream about Lana entering her with a dildo.