Just Make Him Beautiful (2 page)

“My name is Mike
,
and you are
, beautiful
?” he asked as he leaned down to kiss the back of my hand.

“Camira Saxton
,” I replied
,
staring at him
,
wondering where I’
d
seen him before.

Just then this short Puerto Rican dude interrupted our conversation.
“Yo
,
Mike, I just seen Sean come in the club
.
C
an you
help
me get ready?”

“A’ight
,
man, I’ll be right there,”
Mike
told him. Then he
turned to me and said, “Well
,
Camira, it was a pleasure meeting you
.”

“Of course
,
it was
.
I see Sean still likes things done his way and in a timely manner, huh?” I asked with a hint of sarcasm.

“Oh, so you know Sean?” Mike asked.

“Biblically,” I answered with a smile.

Mike looked at me as though he didn’t understand my
response
.
Then he
walked away.
And even though he didn’t know who I was, I knew he must have been one of Sean’s
b
oys. Which caused me to wonder,
Why didn’t Sean ever pick me to be one of his boys? Hmmm?

As I sat there looking in the mirror and reapplying my makeup, I heard all this yelling going on upstairs. I couldn’t make out the voices
,
so I continued to apply my makeup.

Next th
i
ng I kn
o
w, Akasha came down the steps cussing and bitching up a storm
.
“G
irl,
who got your wig in a knot
?
” I asked.

“You won’t believe who
’
s here
,
” she huffed.

“Who?”
I asked
,
not really caring one way or the other.

“That
‘
d
raga-surous
’
Ms.
Bi-bi Lemoore
.
T
hat bitch!

“Who’s that?”
I asked
,
puzzle
d
.

“You remember the bitch that wanted to fight me down at Club Bunnz about a month or so ago because she claimed I
stole
her tired
-
ass lip
-
gloss
?
”

“Oh
,
yeah, I remember now. What
is
she doing here?”

“She gonna get her ass killed, she keep fuckin
’
with me
!
” Akasha yelled.

At that moment,
I heard
footsteps coming down the stairs
.
I knew some shit was about to jump off
.

Ms. Lemoore approached Akasha with fire in her eyes.
“Bitch
,
you gonna do what?”

“I said you gonna
…
”

B
efore Akasha had a chance to finish her sentence, Ms. Lemoore swung and punched my girl
right
in the jaw. Akasha lost her balance
,
and her ass fell dead on the floor.
I felt kinda bad for Akasha because there were other performers standing around laughing and kee-keeing.

Ms. Lemoore looked at me.
“And what you gonna do
,
biotch
?
” she sneered at me with her hands on her hips
,
her head moving from side to side.

The last thing I wanted to do was get into it with this
six
-
foot
,
hoochie
-
thug drag queen
that looked like an alien with heels on
,
but what choice did I have? And even though I consider
ed
myself
to be a lady, I jumped up from my seat with my hands balled
and
yelled, “I know you’re not talking to me
,
you E.T.
-
looking bitch!”

Well, t
hank God for Mike because Ms. Lemoore charged towards me
,
and all I could see was the steam rising up from her two
-
dolla
r
wig as she balled up her fist.

J
ust before my legs were about to buckle, Mike grabbed her from behind and shoved her against the wall and calmly stated to her, “I don’t think you wanna do that to Ms. Camira now
,
do you?”

She yelled,
“Get the fuck off me
,
you faggot!”

At that point, Ms. Ineedaman and security came running downstairs to see what all the commotion was about
.
O
nce it was explained, security escorted Ms. Lemoore out of the building.

“Look
,
y’all, we are already running late. The show should have started
thirty
minutes ago. Now
,
can we start
the show
, please?”
Ms. Ineedaman pleaded.

As the performers began to spread out and prepare for their routine, I went over and kneeled in front of Akasha to make sure she was ok
ay
.
“Akasha, wake up,” I said
,
slapping her in the face.

“I’m here, I’m here,” she replied
,
coming to.

“Good
.
I
t’s showtime. Let’s get ready
.
” I help
ed
her to her feet.

“You know that bitch just got a lucky punch,
”
Akasha stated as she stumbled to her feet. “B
ut you wait
un
til I see her ass again
.
”

I know
Akasha
was only saying that to save face
,
but the truth is, Ms. Lemoore knocked her the fuck out
,
and she would have done the same to me if it weren’t for Mike. I
definitely ha
d
to thank
him
for coming to my rescue.

Akasha went into the restroom to freshen herself up
,
and I took my seat at the mirror and thought about how
fine
Mike really was.
Hmmm,
m
y
knight in shining
armor
,
I thought to myself.
  

“You a
’
ight, Ms. Camira
?
”
Mike touched me on my shoulder.

“Oh
,
Mike, you startled me,” I said
,
looking up at him.

He smiled.
“I thought you said it would take a li
’
l bit more of a man th
a
n me to scare you?”

“I didn’t say you scared me
.
I said you sta
rtled me. There is a difference
,
sweetheart,” I snapped
,
trying not to look at him too hard.

“
D
ayum
!
M
y bad
, ma
.
A
nd w
hy you so mean anyway? You ain’t got
a man or
sumf’n
?”
Mike asked in his sexy, thugged
-
out voice. 

“Why you so concern
?
”
I thought about what I was about to say and realized that Mike didn’t deserve my
d
iva attitude. After all, he
’d
just c
o
me to my rescue
,
and while he stood there with these jean shorts on and his manhood swinging all over the place, causing my hormones to go into overdrive, I needed to chill.

I took a deep breath
.
“Look
,
Mike, I apologize
for my
attitude
,
and thank you for
taking care of that six
-
foot alien
.
” I smile
d
.

“Aw
!
T
here you go. See, you’re really pretty when you smile
.
”

“So
,
what you’re saying is I’m not pretty if I don’t smile?”  

“Naw, Ms. Camira
.
I think you’re very attractive,” he replied
,
stooping down and looking at me
at
eye level.

“Lil
’
boy, what are you try
i
n
’
to
do?”

“Lil
’
boy
,
Ms. Camira
?
Y
ou ain’t that much older than me
.
A
nd what do you think I’m doing?” he asked
,
rubbing his hand up and down my leg.

“Correct me if I’m wrong
,
but don’t you have to ask Sean for his consent to try to get in someone else’s pants?” I batt
ed
my eyes.

“Something like that
,
but I’m sure he wouldn’t have a problem with you.”

“You think so
,
huh? Wow
.
Y
ou have no idea as to who I am, do you?”

“Ah, should I?”
he asked, looking into my eyes as though he was trying to figure out who I was.

“Why don’t you go ask Sean?”

“Ok
ay
, I will,” he said
,
rising from the floor and walking away.

“Hey, where you going?”

“I’m going to ask Sean who you are
. Now, don’t go anywhere
,
gorgeous
.
I’ll be right back
.
” Mike smiled, climbing the steps two at a time.

Chile
,
b
oo
, I thought to myself.
These kids today are a mess
.
A
nd I know he couldn’t be no older than
twenty-two, if that, and tryin’ to
get with someone like me
.
H
umph
!
T
he nerve.
However, I will admit, he’s a big boy
.
Lawd have mercy
.
Y
oung, chocolate
,
and
fine
. I do give Sean credit for having good taste.

*

Hmmm, Sean Mathews
.
W
hat can I say about Sean? For those of you who don’t know,
I, Camira Saxton aka Cameron Jenkins
, happen
ed
to be
the
l
ove of Sean
Mathews’
life
.

I
’d
met Sean
just about
four years ago, right after I
’d
graduated from Basic Training and AIT (Advance Individual Training)
,
which
wa
s whe
n
I
’d
first noticed him.
Yeah
,
c
hile, can you imagin
e
. . .
me in Uncle Sam’s Army? 

Fort
G
eorge
G
. Meade,
Maryland
was my first duty station
,
and
Sean became
my
roommate
.
I had found out
,
through a good friend of mine who worked in
the
administration
office on base
that
he
was from
Maryland
,
and that’s where he was going to be stationed. Well,
h
onies
, that’s all I needed
to
know.