Deep Throat Diva (24 page)

I sigh, feeling a headache stirring. Mona has always been someone who doesn’t let too much shit get by her. If you ask me, she’s too damn smart for her own damn good sometimes. “Well, shit. I don’t know why. I haven’t done shit to anyone.”

“Girl, I’m talking about one of them stylists you got working up in there. Shit, as messy as Shuwanda is, who’s to say it’s not some nigga she done put on blast?”

I roll my eyes.
OhmyGod, I need to change the subject
, I think,
before she keeps dragging this shit on
. “Well, I hope not. Anyway, enough talk about that. Jasper and I set a wedding date,” I tell her, stopping at a red light.

She laughs. “Is this your version? ’Cause it definitely isn’t the story Jasper’s telling.”

“Girl, whatever,” I say, laughing with her. “The point is the date is set.”

“Yeah, the point is Jasper put his foot down on that ass.” She continues laughing. “Whew. I sure got a kick outta that when he told me.”

“Whatever.”

“Well, it doesn’t matter who set the date. All that matters is that it’s finally happening. So congratulations. It’s about damn time.”

I smile. “That’s more like it. Thanks.”

“Now the real work begins. So, what’s next?”

“Well, first I gotta work on the guest list, then find a place so I can get the invitations printed up. Then I need to find a dress…” Shit, shit, shit! I have all this stuff to do, and only five months to get it all done. “…the flowers, the cake and—”

“Girl, slow down,” she says, cutting me off. She chuckles. “You don’t have to do it all yourself. That’s what you have me and Felecia for—your Matron and Maid of Honor.”

“Now who said anything about having your ugly face all up in my wedding?” I tease, laughing.

“Shit, you’re uglier than me,” she says, teasing back, “but that’s beside the point, Miss Celie. Jasper wouldn’t know ya funky-ass if it wasn’t for me so you owe me, boo.”

I’m cracking up as I turn into the salon’s parking lot. “Well, since you put it like that. I guess it’s a done deal. Find me a florist. Then see if you can get Raven the Cake Man to do my wedding cake. I want his slamming red velvet cake. I don’t have a design in mind, yet. He’s usually booked months in advance, but let him know I’m willing to pay extra if he can fit me in.”

She laughs. “Well, damn…shall I wash your feet while I’m at it, your highness?”

“No, that’ll be all for now. I’ll give Felecia her things-to-do list next.” I shut off the engine, then gather my things, getting out of the car. I glance at my watch. 8:22
A.M
. “Well, let me get off this
phone. I’m getting ready to walk up in the shop. Call me later with an update.”

“I swear, girl. If you turn into a Bridezilla I’m gonna set your dress and hair on fire. Speaking of dresses, do you have any idea what your colors are gonna be?” I tell her that since it’s a fall wedding I’m going to go with an ivory gown—either Valentino or Chanel; I tell her that chocolate brown will be the color of the bridesmaids’ dresses. Tell her that their floral arrangements will be pink roses, hyacinth and gloriosa lilies.

“Alright now. I like. But, remember what I said. If you turn into the Bride of Frankenstein, it’s off with your damn head.” We laugh, hanging up.

The minute I walk into the salon, I see Stax leaning on the counter talking to Felecia. He’s wearing a grey and black Nike muscle shirt and a pair of nylon sweats. The way his muscles are bulging, I can tell he’s been to the gym. Felecia stops speaking when she sees me. And it makes me suspicious. But I don’t plan on letting it occupy my thoughts today. “Hey, girl,” she says, grinning. The way she’s cheesing definitely lets me know the two of them were talking about something. I don’t know what. But whatever they were discussing, I’d bet my last hundred that it had everything to do with me.

“Hey, ya’ll,” I say.

“What’s good, Pash?” Stax says, smiling.

“Hey, girl,” Felecia says.

“Nothing much,” I say before bringing my attention back to Felecia. “Any cancellations so far?”

“Not yet. So far, it looks like it’s going to be another money-making day for us.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” I say, smiling.

“I know that’s right.”

“Anything else going on?”

“Nope,” she says, adjusting her burgundy blunt-cut wig.

“You good, Pash?” Stax asks.

“I’m doing great,” I tell him. “Couldn’t be better; how about you?”

“I’m good, ma. You know how I do.”

“Mmm-hmm. That’s why I asked.”

He laughs. “Nah, it’s all good.”

“Okay, if you say so.”

“You lookin’ fly as usual,” he says, running his eyes all over my body. The way he dips his voice and gazes at me when he says this causes me to nervously shift my weight from one foot to another.

I playfully roll my eyes. “Whatever. Flattery will get you no-where. What brings you by so early in the morning?”

“I was hopin’ I could holla at you for a minute.”

I glance at my watch, raising my eye, then placing a hand on my hip. “At eight-thirty in the morning? Stax please. You could have called.”

“I was over this way anyway. My gym’s not too far from here so I decided to swing by. I saw Felecia’s whip and stopped in. I know you’re usually here early. Plus Jasp wanted me to come through to make sure everything was aiight here.”

I suck my teeth, shaking my head. “I should have known. You can tell my husband-to-be that everything’s okay here.” I grab my things from off the counter. “C’mon to my office so we can talk.” I glance over at Felecia, narrowing my eyes. She shakes her head, shrugging. I walk off with Stax following behind me. The whole way to the office I can practically feel his eyes on my ass. I unlock the door, then walk in. He shuts the door behind him.

I plop my things on the sofa, then take a seat at my desk. “So what’s up?”

“My girl wanted me to holla at you to see if you could put her on.”

I raise my brow. “Put her on how?” Braiding hair here, he tells me. “Which girl?” I tease.

He grins, playfully rolling his eyes up in his head. “Oh, you got jokes, I see. Mariah; my baby’s mother. Who else?”

I shrug. “I don’t know. I thought maybe you were talking about one of your jump offs.”

“Nah, that’s not how I do mine,” he says, eyeing me.

“That’s good to know. Umm, wait a minute. Isn’t your girl about ready to drop soon?”

“Oh, nah,” he says nonchalantly, “she lost it.” He doesn’t seem fazed by the loss. Then, again, I guess he wouldn’t be since he wasn’t beat to have another baby with her, anyway.

“I’m sorry to hear that. Is she alright?”

“Yeah, she’s good.”
And knowing her, she’ll be trying to get pregnant again real soon.

I’ve never really cared for Mariah. Not that I know her personally. I might have seen her three, maybe four, times—and have seen Stax out in public with her once or twice—since I’ve known him. Now I will say this about her, she’s a cute chick, and she wears some of the fliest shit. Other than that, she’s loud and obnoxious. And ghetto as hell when she’s set off, cursing and fighting. Hell, I don’t think she’s ever held down a job longer than a month or two before she’s knocking somebody in the head. Shit, I can see her now, smacking up Shuwanda for trying to come at her sideways. And the way Shuwanda runs her mouth, she’d definitely try her. “I don’t know, Stax. Your girl is a bit on the wild side, if you know what I mean.”

“Yeah, tell me about it. That’s always been one of our problems, her ass not wanting to work, or keep a job when she gets it.”

Although my first mind tells me to say hell fucking no, I’m a businesswoman. And the fact that Mariah can braid the fuck out of some hair would definitely be a nice touch around here. The bitch can do all types of exclusive braid designs. This could definitely be a good look for the salon; especially since I’m now looking to bring on a barber-stylist as well. Shit, niggas like to keep their heads tight, too. And if there’s money to be made, I need to be getting it. “Does she have her papers?” I ask, pondering the possibilities.

“Nah, she doesn’t. I keep telling her to take her ass back to school to get them shits. But she’s always on some ’I ain’t beat’ type shit.”

“Well, tell her as soon as she gets her papers straight, she can definitely come on board. I’d love to have her. But until then, sorry, I run a licensed salon, and everyone who works here must have all their credentials in order.”

“I feel you,” he says, fanning his legs open and shut. I try to keep myself from looking in his crotch. I’ve never, ever, looked at Stax sexually. But, I can’t front. His body is fucking ridiculous. I had no idea he was chiseled up the way he is. OhmyGod, I’m embarrassed to say this shit. But this nigga, sitting here all buffed up and sweaty, is making me horny. “Pash, on some real shit, I wish she was more like…” His voice starts to trail off as I glance at the veins running along his forearms. Without thinking, I pick up a stack of mail that’s been sitting on my desk for the last few days and start shuffling through it. “…I swear she’s so unmotivated. All she wants to do is hangout with her girls ’n shit.”

The minute I see the manila envelope addressed to me with no return address I know what it is and who it’s from without having to open it. I slump my shoulders. Everything in my body goes numb. I will my hands steady.

“Yo, Pash, you okay? Pash?”

I bring my attention back to Stax. “Unh, what’d you say?”

“I asked if you were aiight. I was talkin’ and you went somewhere else on me. Is e’erything aiight?”

“Oh yeah,” I say, getting up to walk toward the shredder. I decide that whatever is in this envelope I don’t need to see it. Stax watches me as I stick it in the slot. When the whirring stops and it’s completely shredded, I walk back over to my desk. Force a smile on my face. “I’m good. Actually, I haven’t felt better.”

He tightly presses his legs together, causing me to catch a quick glimpse of the thick lump in his sweats. I shift my eyes as he stands up. “Aiight, then. I guess I betta go.”

OhmiGod, his dick is hard
, I think, feeling myself break out in a sweat. I quickly shift my eyes, standing as well. “Thanks for stopping by,” I say, walking around the desk.

“No doubt, ma.” He gives me a hug and a kiss on the cheek, then steps back. The gesture catches me completely off guard. “Yo, Pash…on some real shit, if you ever need me, I got you, aiight?”

I tilt my head, not understanding the intent or the meaning for his statement. “Thanks, I appreciate you saying that. But why?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. You seem like you’re goin’ through something, that’s all. You my peoples so if somebody’s fuckin’ with you, then they fuckin’ with me. You feel me?”

I hope Felecia didn’t run her mouth to him.
I smile at him. “You know, Stax, I knew underneath all that muscle and attitude was a big ole loveable teddy bear.”

He laughs. “Yeah, aiight, ma. Keep that shit on the low.”

“I got you,” I say, widening my smile.

“Aiight, I’m outta here. Remember what I said. I got you.”

I nod, waving him on. “I appreciate it. Thanks for stopping by.”

“No doubt.” I follow him to the door, shutting it behind him. I lean up against it, wondering where the hell all that was coming from. I suddenly feel hot and dizzy at the thought of him knowing more than he should. And if he does, the idea of him getting in Jasper’s ear makes me want to vomit. I head into the bathroom and turn on the faucet, staring at my reflection in the mirror.
Trifling bitch!
I hear in my head as I splash cold water on my face, then grab a hand-towel and pat dry my face and neck dry.
Oh God, I think I’m gonna be sick.
I flip up the toilet seat, grip the sides of the bowl, and toss my guts up.

TWENTY-THREE

“
A
aaah, aaaah…you sucking the shit outta this dick, baby…fuck!” I am squatting down in front of Jasper—naked and horny with his dick in my mouth, slurping and gulping down every inch of him while playing with my clit. I am moaning. I’m not sure if it’s sucking his dick, me playing with my clit, or a combination of the two that has me in a zone. “Fuck, yo…”

My spit rolls down his shaft. I lick it. I wash his balls, wet them up with a bunch of spit, then pop them both in my mouth. I moan. He moans, dipping at the knees.

“Mmmmm…aaah, shit…fuck…make love to that dick…Aaah, shit…let me get that throat, baby…yeah, that’s it…grab them titties for me…” I’m giving Jasper all neck using my hands to play with my nipples.

“You nasty…yeah, you like that shit…damn…you takin’ all that dick…oh shit, you fuckin’ nasty, yo…Let me taste that sweet pussy, yo. Can I have that fat pussy, baby?”

I nod, moaning. Five minutes later, I’m gulping down his nut, then licking my lips; completely satisfied. “It’s my turn,” Jasper says, dropping down on his knees. He pulls my tangerine thong to the side and starts sucking on my clit. I stand, watching my man’s long tongue flick in and out of his mouth, lapping at my clit. He grabs me by the ass, pulls me into his face, burying his nose into the soft curly patch of hair. I grab the back of his head and push him further into my pussy.

I start playing with my titties, then lightly pinching my nipples until my knees buckle. Before I know it, I am squirting my juices everywhere. In Jasper’s mouth and all over his face. He continues lapping and slurping every bit of it up, causing me to have one orgasm after another. My legs feel like they’re ready to give out any minute now. I brace myself up against the wall to keep from collapsing. Pleased with his tongue assault on my clit and pussy, Jasper stands. He has pussy juice dripping down his chin. He grins. “My baby got that good juicy shit, word up.”

He leans into me, gives me his tongue. I greedily suck on it, then begin sucking on his lips and chin. He slips two fingers inside of me and starts finger-fucking me. In a matter of minutes, I am cumming again; this time all over his hand.

“Fuck me,” I beg, humping on his fingers while grabbing for his dick. I jerk it. “Oooh, let me feel this big dick in me…”

He parts my legs, lifts me up, then brushes the tip of his dick against my wet slit. He sticks the head in, then quickly pulls out before I can grind down on it. “Is that what you want?” he asks, teasing me.