Kismet (Beyond the Bedroom Series) (19 page)

When we got to the salon, I got three of them sew in weaves and the other a short haircut like the one I used to wear.

By 5 PM that Saturday afternoon, I had a house full of Halle Berry’s. You would have never known these women were walking the streets giving five dollar blow jobs less than 24 hours ago.

Two of the four women admitted to being HIV positive and the other two hadn’t been checked out in years. I was so glad the master bedroom had its own bathroom. I knew I was going to sell the place for sure after tonight.

Stephanie had been told my plan and we set up two video cameras that would record the entire night, including the payment I had promised the women. This had turned out to be a $7,000 plan and I hoped I got my money’s worth. It took $250 just to get the scent of uncleanness off the women and out of the house.

I dimmed the lights and burned oils I had bought from the beach. The picture window that gave the prettiest view of the ocean I had ever seen was wide open to help with lighting.

The women had been told the plan and I offered each and additional $500 if they could get the men to fuck them without a condom. There was nothing left to do but wait on the men to arrive.

While waiting, we all had a drink and I gave the women their own blunt to smoke while Stephanie and I puffed on ours. Soon, one drink turned into two more drinks and we were on our second blunt. I would die if these niggas stood me up tonight.

Chapter 12: Behind the Mask

It was 10 minutes to 10 when the doorbell rang. Tyrone walked in first, leading the pack. “Well? What took y’all so long? We have been waiting.” They were high as hell. Javier decided to be the spokesman of the group.

“Savannah, it was hard as hell getting away from your home girls, then we had to get some weed to bring out here. We drove speed limited all the way here.”

I wasn’t mad at all. I was happy they finally came. I made introductions and offered them a seat. Tyrone asked for something to roll up on, so I handed him the yellow pages and turned on some music. Ant walked straight to the window to look at the view of the ocean

“This is a nice ass spot you got here, Savannah, you doing real good for yourself, I see.” I reminded Ant he would have the same soon as he signed that NBA contract, that is, if he isn’t diagnosed with HIV before then.

Once the blunts were in rotation, the conversations started between the men and my new employees. Surprisingly, these women were smart. They were up to date on the sports and could hold an intelligent conversation. Their grammar was perfect and none of them used any street slang. They were making me proud.

Stephanie and I didn’t join in on the weed smoking because we knew the health status of our house guests. I’ve seen all the commercials that said you couldn’t catch AIDS by kissing and so on and so forth, but I didn’t believe the hype. If you can get strep throat during kissing, you can catch AIDS also.

I made mixed drinks from cranberry juice and vodka and dropped two ecstasy pills in the blender with it. I used the X as an insurance policy to insure everybody except me and Stephanie would be fucking tonight. Once the pills had dissolved, I added crushed ice to nine glasses, but only poured my version of the date rape drink into three of them.

I gave myself and all the ladies vodka and cranberry juice straight from the bottle. The blended drink was for the men only. The hoes didn’t need help getting in the mood to fuck; it was there full time job.

I waited 30 minutes for the drinks to kick in and then it was time for me to get the party started. My idea was to treat Stephanie like my slut. If the niggas saw me getting some pussy, I was sure their egos would make them want some, too. “Stephanie, come here, baby. Why are you way over there?”

Stephanie came and sat next to me. I pulled her in closer to me and kissed her. For added effect, I stuck my tongue out so they could see her suck on it.

Javier took the bait. “Damn, Savannah, it’s like that?” I stopped the kiss and rubbed on her fat ass booty. “Yeah, it’s like, y’all got four beautiful women over there that want to see what Cali dick is like, y’all got them covered, I hope? Or are y’all just going to watch me get some pussy?”

Javier turned his head and looked in the ladies’ direction. I wasn’t going to allow Javier to choose which one he wanted because he was Christina’s baby daddy. I had already chosen him, Christina, Tyrone’s and Keisha’s fate.

“Amber and April, why don’t you show my boys, Tyrone and Javier, some love. Ant, since you’re the NBA superstar in here you get star treatment. Denise and Brittney, show my boo a nice time.”

I hoped Denise and Brittney didn’t carry an incurable disease because Ant had a future, but if they did, oh well, like Tyrone would say, it was his fate! The ladies moved closer to the men and did some pants rubbing, but I needed to speed things up. I went in the kitchen and poured another round of drinks for the men.

I made sure the glasses were filled to the top and rolled them up a blunt. I handed them their drinks. “Aye, fellows, don’t you think them drinks would be better if y’all had some head to go with them? I’m just saying. The ladies aren’t drinking or smoking. I think they should be doing something with their mouths, right? I hate to sound vulgar, but y’all hoes need to get to work.” Tyrone dropped his pants first while killing his glass of drink.

“Hell, yeah, Savannah, they need to be using they mouth. I want some of that southern hospitality. Can you make me another drink and turn on the air? It’s getting hot in here.” I made them another X on the rocks and watched the ladies suck them down.

Denise and Brittney stood Ant up against the wall and one was sucking his dick, the other was sucking and licking his balls and then they switched. He was in ecstasy while on ecstasy and no one knew it, but me. This was the part that I hid from Stephanie. I knew she wouldn’t take part if she knew I planned on drugging the men to get the job done.

Watching the men get head had really turned me on, so I pulled Stephanie's titties out of her dress and started sucking on them. All of the men watched as I did it. I laid her back on the couch, looked at them individually, and asked, “Y’all got condoms?.”

Tyrone turned to Ant. “Nigga, that’s what we were stopping at the store for, damn, we were high.”

I jumped up and said, “I got some spermicide, that’s all y’all really need it for. Two of my girls are almost doctors, the other is a nurse, and Denise is a biology major. What better women could you ask to go raw in?” Ant seemed unsure, but before he could turn down my offer, the leader of the pack spoke up.

“That’s cool; I’m just worried about another TJ. Go get it, Na-Na, I don’t feel like driving to the store.” I wanted so badly to correct him. Instead, I walked into my bedroom and grabbed the spermicide. I emptied the whole bottle, rinsed it out, and filled it with 80% water and 20% baby oil. Bet he will wish he called me Savannah now. I shook the bottle so the water would feel nice and slippery when they applied it.

When I joined the party, Javier was all ready bare back fucking Amber over my ottoman. Stephanie’s ass must have been fucked up. When I walked in, she was naked, legs wide open, and Tyrone was playing with her pussy with his fingers.

“I got her, Tyrone, this wifey right here, you feel me,” I said, while handing him the bottle.

“Cool, April won’t you get off your knees and show me how you ride this dick, baby. Man, Savannah we owe you big time for this here. You like one of my niggas now.” If he only knew what I had set him up for, he wouldn’t be thanking me.

I took Stephanie by the hand and lead her in the room. I had already told her we weren’t fucking tonight. We would watch them in the other room fuck live on my television.

Tyrone nutted quickly again, but the X provided back up and his dick grew back hard. I thought watching live porn in my house would turn me on, instead, I felt disgusted. Tyrone was eating April’s pussy like he knew her. I couldn’t give him the benefit of the doubt and blame it on all the drugs because he went down on me easily, too.

As a matter of fact, they all had eaten my pussy without me asking or hinting that I wanted it done. I continued watching, horrified.

Ant was killing Denise and Brittney. He had them on their knees on the floor, fucking them at the same time. He fucked Denise for three minutes and then slid his dick in Brittney.

The women were in pain with each stroke, you could tell by their faces that he was giving them the same dick he had given me in Vegas.

I set the alarm to go off in three hours, locked the bedroom door, and called it a night. The ladies had them covered and in three hours, I would be kicking them out.

When the alarm sounded, everybody was sleep except Ant and Amber. He was on top of her in a lovemaking position with her titties in his mouth. When I walked in, Amber looked spooked.

“When you went to bed, each one of them fucked all of us. You were sleep so we couldn’t ask.” Stupid, greedy ass niggas. I gave each of them their own bitch to fuck and they weren’t satisfied; they had to get in four different pussies.

“Don’t worry about it, Amber; enjoy the dick and when y’all done, come get me so we can get these men home before their baby mamas send a search party.”

I went and replayed the footage to see what happened. It looked like the switch was caused by Javier taking Denise from Ant. Fuck them all. I hope they all leave here with more than what they came with and take it back to their baby mama’s.

The pain they caused me in the past is not healable, even with me using revenge as a bandage. I missed prom because Keisha fucked Kevin, my boyfriend and prom date. I could never get those years back that they stole from me.

Almost an hour later, Amber knocked and said they were done. I woke the men up and showed them the door. Tyrone tried to play too high to drive and announced he would just roll out early. That wasn’t in my plan. I still had shit to handle tonight and I’d be damned before I sleep in a house full of soon to be HIV patients. Once I reminded them that Keisha and the girls have probably been looking for them all night, he agreed to leave.

As a friendly reminder, I told them they smelled like pussy, so maybe they should say they went to a cheap strip club. I had the women clean up my living room the best that they could.

April told me Tyrone was a nasty motherfucka and he nutted in her with no hesitation. “Take some of the money I’m paying you and go get the morning after pill, just in case.”

She rejected my directions informing me she couldn’t get pregnant if someone paid her to. She had a hysterectomy at 21 years old.

Stephanie rode with me to drop the women back off on Sunset with their newly earned $1,500 , clothes and hairdos. They all thanked me and then headed in their own directions to fight over Johns.

I wondered if any of them had ever been paid to do what they did tonight. In their line of work, I’m sure they have made money doing a lot worse.

We didn’t go back to the rental property, we headed to Stephanie’s house which was closer to Hollywood than my house. On the ride there, Stephanie asked me how I was so sure it was going to work.

I responded honestly, even though I didn’t explain what the truth was. All I said was, “It was that X factor,” and broke out into laughter.

In the morning, we would send a cleaning crew to clean up last night’s mess and retrieve the tape. I should have my timeshare sold in less than a week.

I was waiting to feel guilty about what I had done or some kind of remorse, but it wasn’t there. Ant might have just lost his NBA career due to my actions, but I didn’t care.

Tyrone’s theory on the ride to get him something to eat had impacted my thoughts on life, karma and fate. My plan worked too easily for it not to have been meant. There were no snags or shortcomings. Whatever happens after this weekend was meant to happen. It’s a part of a plan that can’t been changed. I won’t face any repercussions for my actions tonight because I was the one who was chosen to help them meet their fate.

Fuck that, the truth was that I didn’t give a fuck about them or their health. I didn’t care about their fate. I wanted five-star revenge and I got it tonight, without breaking a sweat. That was proof that I only loved myself and…Dre.

I wouldn’t admit it to myself, but he was right. There was something between us that I had never felt before and I wasn’t ready for it to end, but it had to.

For some reason, I felt my life was about to change, yet I couldn’t determine in which direction it was headed. One thing I did know was it was time to fly out to Washington and find myself a new place to call home. After 12 years, I had finally gotten my revenge. Damn, did it feel good!

Chapter 13: The Perfect Getaway

Two months had passed since my little house party with the men. I was feeling renewed and alive. I was planning on having lunch with Stephanie and Erika.

Our new intern, Erika, was doing great, so I thought I’d schedule us lunch at Stevie’s on the Strip, but had to cancel and set up an in-office lunch with them. I ordered Chinese food and we sat on my rug and ate.