Pretty Girls in the Vip (9781617730283) (17 page)

“A
drienne said she was well connected, now I believe her.” Darcel laughed as we both looked at all the VIPs in the club and repeated her motto, “If you are not someone, you have to know someone to get in Belize.” The grand opening party was still in effect. I came back over to the bar area to talk to Darcel. She had just thrown back a shot and I had one myself.

“Right! This place is crazy.” I hadn't made as much money as she did yet, but I was happy because so far the bull that was with his wife had signed for and tipped me two hundred dollars on his credit card receipt. I stored his number in my phone and texted him mine.

“So, why I got married ballers giving me their number right in front of their wife?”

“Stop. Really, girl? Well, I just need Adrienne's man to stop looking at me like he has a problem.”

“Yeah, he is always staring at me, too! But not in a nice way.”

Summer came over and joined the conversation. “I think he brushed up next to me the other day. I know he was staring all at my boobs the other day. I was like, hello, look up here.”

“Hmm. He act like he hate women or something. Men usually like me. Not him, though. He looks at me like I'm trash.” I laughed. “How is Joi doing with her tables?” I asked, being nosy.

“She doing okay, I guess. I think she likes Keldrick. She is all up on him, and she dropped drinks twice and he helped her clean up. Adrienne said she is going to take those drinks out of her check.”

“Hmm, Adrienne is about her dollars. I fucks with her,” I said, and they both, Darcel and Summer, said they did, too.

 

At the end of the night, I counted my tips and receipts. I had made five hundred dollars. I couldn't believe it. I made that much money for handing out drinks, having fun, and meeting men with money. Life was good and was about to get better. Belize had been closed thirty minutes, and Mr. NBA was already on my phone texting.
Hey sexy what's up with you tonight?

I texted back:
I don't know. How long are you in town?

I'm here until tomorrow. Maybe you need to come past my hotel and come and see me
.

I was floored. Didn't he have a wife? I had to ask that question. I needed to know if his wife was with him, because I knew some couples were into that. I called his phone just to find out exactly what he was talking about.

“So, you want me to come past your hotel? But where is your wife?”

“Don't worry about her, she is resting. What's up with you and your friends from the club? The other girls that worked there? It's me and my boy, and we need some company. Won't y'all come out and check us out? Make sure you bring them all. We will make sure y'all are good.”

“Okay, what's the address.” I knew without saying he was going to look out and show us a good time. Me and Darcel were friends, but I didn't know if she was into what I was into. Joi was dumb and I didn't like her and I wasn't that cool with Summer yet.

“Hey, Darcel, you want to hang out with the ballplayers that were in my section, the tall dudes? I'm about to meet them at their hotel.”

“No, girl, thanks. I'm going home. I have a class in the morning.”

“Oh, okay.” I saw Darcel wasn't with it, so I dialed Courtney to see if she could get down here so I could hook her up with the other guy. Courtney answered the phone sleepily.

“Courtney, how soon can you meet me downtown, and where is your mom?”

“I just took my clothes off and my mom not here. Why?”

“I'm about to meet up with these two guys I met from my job. They play in the NBA.”

“Damn, okay, listen, get a number for me, please. I need that so bad in my life.”

Shit, there was nothing I could do. I had to call him back and just tell him no one was available.

“Hey, my friend got class in the morning, and yeah, my other friends went home. What do you expect? It's the middle of the night. You should have called me earlier.”

“Yeah, I know, but what am I supposed to tell my man now?”

“I don't know, but I'm not really worried about him. I'm trying to see what was up with you anyway.”

“All right, come on then. Come to the Franklin House Hotel on Seventeenth and JFK Boulevard. Tell the desk to bring you to suite 1011.”

 

It was after three thirty when I arrived to the lobby of the very nice hotel. I did what Lloyd instructed me to. I told the desk I needed to get to suite 1011. He made a call over his radio handset, and another man come from out of the back of the front desk and greeted me and I told him the room I wanted. He walked me to the elevator, entered a special code, and pressed the elevator for the tenth floor.

The elevator doors sprang open, and surprisingly Lloyd was sitting alone at a small empty bar overlooking the city. It was him and one bartender. He stood up and welcomed me with a hug. The older Asian man in a black and white uniform asked if he could get us anything. I was surprised they were still serving, but I ordered a shot of Patrón. He said they didn't have any, so I ordered Hennessey. I took the shot straight and he ordered me a second one. I was a little nervous the way Lloyd was fidgeting on his phone. It was none of my business, but I asked him where his wife was again.

“I told you, she is asleep. She is in a room all the way on the twenty-third floor.”

“How you know she won't get up and start looking for you?”

He shook his head and said, “Listen, I know my wife. I've been married a long time. I'm not worried, so don't you be. I'm trying to get to know you. So, how long have you been working at the club?”

“That club just opened tonight, remember?”

“Oh yeah, that's right. So, hurry up and down that, because I want to get you upstairs. Do you smoke?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“All right, come on.”

I didn't know how to ask for my money, but I had to remind him that it was not free. From our conversation I thought we had an understanding. The suite three floors higher smelled like he'd already been smoking before I got there. I set my bag down on a desk across from the huge cream-colored bed. We smoked some and he told me to get naked, and he went right into tearing and eating my insides out like a starving man. I sat with my legs open, my body was trembling, and then his boy Jabril knocked on the door. I grabbed the top sheet to cover my body, but Lloyd snatched it away and said that his boy was going to watch.

Jabril had a seat across from the bed, and Lloyd returned to gobbling up my insides, and I didn't mind him watching. In fact, I liked it. Must be the hoe in me that had me winding my hips and acting extra whorish when I knew I had an audience.

After Lloyd tasted me, he flipped me over on all fours. He pulled out a condom and plunged in and out of me.

“Yo, your ass is perfect, big and round like I like 'em, girl,” Lloyd said, forcefully slapping my ass, and it was feeling incredible on my end, too. I didn't think it could get any better until Jabril joined in. He came up behind me and started massaging on my butt, gently running his finger up and down the crack of my ass, sending chills up my spine. Having two muscular men doing me was making my entire body tingle. Shit, I wished someone was filming our ménage so I could watch it later to see how I was doing.

Lloyd busted his nut and I figured that was it. But then he pulled me to the edge of the bed and sat me on his face again. He worked me over with his talented tongue, and I sat twisting and winding all over his face when Jabril came over to me with his long-rod dick exposed. At first I began stroking it up and down, and then I placed it in my mouth and slurped on his thickness, making porn-star noises. I sucked one man's dick and rotated my coochie against the other one's face. My senses were on overload, and I suddenly felt a familiar warmth coursing through me. My legs started shaking. I was trying to pull away. I wanted Lloyd to stop before I went over the edge. But he kept licking and sucking, driving me insane.

Finally I gave up and let him suck me to a shuddering climax. It was amazing. So good, I couldn't concentrate on giving Jabril brain, so I let his dick slip out of my mouth while I gave in to the good feeling that Lloyd was giving me.

After I came, it took a minute for me to stop trembling and moaning, and when I opened my eyes, I could see Lloyd smiling as he licked my moisture from his lips. “You ready to take care of my boy now?” Lloyd asked.

All I could do was nod my head because I was out of breath and couldn't talk.

Jabril came over, and with my legs wrapped around his back, he thrust his thick, hard body inside of mine. He was groaning like I had the best pussy in the world. He lasted about ten minutes, cussing and growling until he came. After we were done, he fired up another blunt and started smoking. He passed it to Lloyd. Lloyd took a couple of puffs and then passed it to me. Next, we started doing shots of Hennessey that he brought up from downstairs. I was feeling nice when I got up to go to the bathroom.

After I peed, I was warming a washcloth, getting ready to wash my insides. There was a knock on the door. I asked who it was, and a voice said, “It's Jabril. I was seeing if you needed any help.” Smiling, I readily opened it. He came in and immediately started grabbing my ass. I was happy because I'd wanted Jabril from the beginning. He already had a condom on when he lowered me down to the bathroom floor and got behind me, fucking me doggy-style. The bathroom door creaked open and Lloyd stood in the doorway, watching.

My juices were warm and bubbly as Jabril deep-stroked in and out. Switching our position, he pulled me up and bent me over the sink. Through the mirror, I could see Lloyd observing us, licking his lips as I screamed out in ecstasy.

Lloyd took another turn with me, and once again, he didn't last that long. Then me and Jabril fucked two more times. I thought I had met my match. Jabril had this long pipe that deflated and sprang right back up after a few minutes, and I was enjoying every minute of it.

After a while, Lloyd dozed off and Jabril rolled out. I got in bed with Lloyd and fell asleep lying next to him. In the morning, I tried to wake him, but he was in a deep sleep. I didn't know how much money I was going to be able to get out of him, but I knew that after all the work I'd put in, he'd better pay up. I fiddled around for another hour.

He woke up, startled. “Yo, what's up? What time is it?”

“Your boy left and I'm about to leave, too.”

“Yeah, yeah. Okay, let me get myself together. You know how to make coffee?” he asked. I told him I did.

I made the coffee and gave him the warm mug. He sobered up and I started making movement toward the door again.

“So, well, I guess I see you next time,” he said.

“Next time, hmm. We need to take care of this time.”

“Right, here, take that. Give me your number again, and I'll call you every time I come to town. All right?” He placed ten one hundred dollar bills in my hand.

“Well, I'll see you.” I left out the hotel room and called Courtney to come and get me.

 

I met up with Courtney a few blocks away from the hotel. I opened the car door, got in, and just threw the money I had made in the car and made it rain. She almost crashed, trying to catch and pick up some of the money, and yelled, “You all hype. Oh my God, how much money did you make?”

“I have to count, let me see, one hundred, two hundred, three hundred . . .” I laughed as I touched each bill quickly. I told her about my entire night. She couldn't believe it, and neither could I. I had made five hundred dollars at my job and a thousand when I got off. I loved being a working girl.

O
nce we were back from Philly, Jabril and I spent a few days together, and then Nichelle invited me to Vegas for a girls' trip. Christie wanted to come, but it was too close to her due date for her to travel. She felt left out, because we had already had a good time without her at the club in Philly.

It was my first time in Sin City, and I wanted to enjoy myself. Nichelle and I were going to be out, and we didn't have time to babysit a pregnant woman. I packed lots of dresses and all my bags. I had even gone shopping yesterday and bought some more things. When I saw my Louis Vuitton bag, I immediately thought of Nichelle. I didn't know where we were going, but I had to make sure I looked up to par to keep up with the stylish Nichelle DeBurrows. She met me at the airport, and I was already dressed in case she wanted to go somewhere right away.

“Look at you, all dressed up, pretty girl. I saw that Louie bag last week. How do you have it before I do?”

“I don't know, I bought it yesterday. It goes with these silver
Balaenkaga
shoes I bought, too. I have to show them to you.”

“Well, excuse me, Lil' Miss Diva and it is Bal-en-ciaga,” she corrected me.

“You know what I meant. I'm trying to be like you.” I laughed.

“I see. I'm so happy you are here. We are going to have a great time. We are going to go to a pool party after we check in, tonight a party, and tomorrow sunbathing and chilling by the pool. I want to stop at my favorite store to get something for tonight.”

We walked into the luxury boutique and spent an ungodly amount of money. I had a dress to wear, but the sales girl in the store said that the dress she picked out for me was the last one. She told me she'd sold the second last to Kim Kardashian's stylist. I didn't know if she was telling the truth or not, but I felt like if Kim had it, I should, too. Once I bought the dress, Nichelle found an amazing bag and shoes for me that completed the outfit. Yes, they were five thousand, but I had more than enough in my account. Jabril gave me extra money this week and told me to enjoy myself.

 

From the boutique, Nichelle showed me to our room at the Palm's Penthouse at the Palms Hotel. It was huge and furnished like a trendy lounge. The light fixtures and tables were modern, and the beds and sofas had multicolored decorative pillows.

I was surprised it was a deejay and a party in the daytime. The sun was beating on my back. The heat felt good. We made our way through the crowded pool area. Nichelle had a bungalow reserved for us as our own private area at the pool. She sat in the sun wearing a crimson, cute bikini and met up with some friends she'd gone to high school with. I changed into a cute two-piece navy and white marina tankini. We took pictures and I texted a few to Jabril. He texted back and said I looked good and I was about to have him jump on a plane to come and see me. Our server brought us over daiquiris, and we waited for one of her friends to meet up with us.

Nichelle screamed, “Oh my God!”

“What's wrong? Are your friends coming?”

“I have to go and see my parents. They are saying it is an emergency. I don't even know how they know I'm in town. Are you staying here or going with me?”

“I'll go.”

Nichelle's parents' home was a twenty-minute cab ride from the strip. They lived in a small ranch home right off of Balazar Avenue. I don't know why, but I just assumed Nichelle came from money. She was so elegant and spoke so well and knew so much about everything. I assumed her life was always privileged.

Outside of the house was shocking enough, but inside I gasped. The sofa had dark dirt marks across the seats. It was hot, and there was no air-conditioning—just a bunch of box fans blowing around heat. They had an old television with the big back and antenna and converter box on the side, which meant they didn't even have cable.

 

Her sister Erica looked just like her with her long hair and complexion, but her body was flabby and her stomach was hanging outside the rim of her jeans. They both were a mixture of their black father and Mexican mother. However, it seemed Nichelle got all the good features and what was left over was given to her sister. She fed her baby daughter while her little son ran around with a saggy diaper. She looked me over and said, “Why don't you have a seat, Nita, and introduce us to your friend.”

“I'm Zakiya. Nice to meet you,” I responded for Nichelle while trying not to stare at their dilapidated home.

“Zakiya, I'm Erica. My sister is rude. Anyway, how you doing? You're pretty.”

“Thank you.”

“How's your husband, Nita?” Erica asked sarcastically.

“He's fine. I didn't come here for you to be asking about my life. I'm in town and checking in to see if Daddy or Mommy needed anything. Not you,” Nichelle yelled.

“Then won't you take Daddy to the pharmacy? He needs his medication refilled. Take him to go get it. And get the central air fixed because, as you can feel, it is broke.”

“I will take him, but I'm not getting the air fixed. Come on, Daddy, let's go.” Nichelle looked at me and said she would be right back. I never saw that side of her and was surprised.

“So, how long have you known my bitchy sister?” Erica asked. I wasn't sure if I should answer or not, because by answering I was agreeing that she was a bitch.

“A little while. My boyfriend plays on the same team as Lloyd.”

“Damn, y'all some lucky bitches. Your jewelry real and shit, ain't it? Let me see that necklace.” She picked up my necklace off my neck, pursed her lips, and continued, “I been asking Nita to let me get at one of them basketball players for the longest and she refuse to hook me up. She said I was too fat.”

“No, you're not fat.”

“Aw, thanks, but you don't have to lie.”

“So, why do you call Nichelle Nita?”

“Because that's her birth name. Fake bitch. Excuse me. All this Nichelle stuff came about when she left home. Ranita left one person and came back another. My sister is crazy.”

“Oh, okay,” was all I could say.

“Don't mind anything I say, I just tell the truth. I just don't understand how having things make you better than other people. It don't mean anything when you die. If your daddy and your mama ain't good, then you not winning. If I ever hit the lotto, we all going to be right.” She was a little hood, but she was making sense.

Twenty minutes later, Nichelle and her dad came back. He seemed happy that he had spent some time with his daughter and filled his prescription.

“Daddy got his medicine enough for two months. So, I'll see you people later. Come on, Zakiya, let's go.” I stood up and told everyone it was nice to meet them.

“When will I see you again?” her mother asked.

“I don't know, Momma, I will call you.”

“It's nice you bought the medicine that he needs. Give Daddy some money. We need to get the air fixed,” Erica yelled at Nichelle again.

“No, I'm not getting the air fixed. I don't have it. What would you have done if I didn't come here? I'm out.”

“I don't know, that's why I asked. Well then, buy some of my jewelry I'm selling. Let me get the book.” She brought the book out for some Traci Lynn jewelry.

“Erica, come on, you always trying to sell me something I don't need or have time for.”

“Just look at the book,” Erica begged her sister.

“I'll look.” I didn't want any, but I felt like I had to buy a bunch. I flipped through the pages and said, “I'll buy some. Just pick out the sets that are nice and send them to Nichelle's house. I'll get them there.” I dug in my bag and passed her some money. Nichelle looked at me like she was offended I was helping her sister.

“You sure you want five hundred dollars' worth of jewelry?” Erica asked.

“Yes, I'm sure.”

Erica thanked me several times. I told her not to worry about it.

 

I almost felt guilty staying in our luxury Palms suite when I knew people like Nichelle's family were struggling. I was a little angry with her, because she could but wouldn't help them. I then started being angry with myself for beginning to become one of them. What did I need with a five-thousand-dollar bag when people couldn't pay their light bills? I felt horrible for having dozens of designer bags and buying things I couldn't pronounce just because it looked good and I wanted to impress my friends. What did it all mean at the end of the day when you die? Erica was right. It didn't mean anything, nothing at all!

 

I watched television, and sat in the room and sulked. Life was good, but only for some. I didn't know if I was blessed or cursed to have so much, but still be able to care about people who didn't.

A few hours later Nichelle returned to the room. She looked to have had a good time. Her hair was still wet and she had almost completed the cocktail in her hand.

“What's wrong with you? Why are we in Vegas and you're behaving like someone hurt your feelings?”

“Nothing. I don't know.”

“Well, the pool was great, and I'm about to get ready to get dressed and go to my friend's party. By the way, I wanted to apologize for everything that happened at my parents' house earlier.” I didn't want to be forward and say anything, but now that she had said something, I was going to speak up about it.

“How come you don't just send your parents money every month? I mean, you have a lot of it.”

“Because I married money, they didn't. You don't know them, Zakiya. It's meds today, tomorrow the cable. I don't have time for them and their problems. That's why I moved away from the beggars. You'll see. People will always expect things from you. My family, they are lazy and always want you to give them something. My dad worked for thirty years and gambled all his pension and money away. My mother is silly for staying with him, and my sister could have got out of Vegas like I did if she wanted to. But all they do is sit around and complain, and I'm not helping anyone that doesn't help themselves. So that's why. So, are you going out tonight or what?”

I disagreed with her, but it was her life and her family. “Let me pull out what I am going to wear.”

 

On the strip we gambled, and I won five thousand on the roulette table. I didn't know what I was doing, but I was lucky and every number I picked the ball landed on. I cashed in my chips and then we caught a cab over to Nichelle's DJ friend's party at a club called Pure in the Caesar's Palace. It was crowded but with mostly young college kids for some type of event. We still made the best of the club, ordering drinks, dancing, and having fun with Nichelle's friends. She kept buying rounds for everyone and making sure we all had a good time.

“You know what we should do?” she screamed over the music. “We should meet the guys in L.A. We can go back to the hotel, get our stuff, and catch a flight.”

“How are we going to get a flight this late?”

“A private plane.”

“We should. I miss my boo.” That was a really good idea, the best thing Nichelle had said on the whole trip.

 

Last night we were partying on the Vegas strip and now we were on the tarmac of the airport, about to take off in a private plane, L.A. bound. I was exhausted. Right before we took off, Nichelle grabbed her phone and snapped a picture of us for her Instagram. She captioned it “No passengers on my plane.” I had to laugh at her bragging, but I had to admit that the experience on a private plane was a lot different than a commercial flight. There were no babies crying, fat men sitting next to you, or strangers trying to strike up a conversation. The plush leather seats were large and comfy and our personal flight attendant attended to our every need. I didn't feel one bump or shake. The ride was relaxing. I fell right asleep and didn't awake until we landed.

 

In L.A. we stayed downtown at the Millennium Biltmore Hotel. We unpacked and had brunch at our hotel's beautiful restaurant.

“Cheers to Vegas nights and L.A. afternoons. To the life,” Nichelle cheered as we tapped champagne flutes. I had to admit we were living the life; shopping, clubbing with celebrities, and having everything at our fingertips. Christie called me since Nichelle wasn't answering her phone.

“Put me on speaker phone? So I can talk to Nichelle. Are you guys having fun without me?”

“A great time,” Nichelle said, amused.

“You are wrong. Just you wait until I have this baby. I'm going to be right there, having fun with you two. When you get to the game, make sure no chicks are all up on my Omar and have fun. Ooh, bring me back some Roscoe chicken and waffles. My daughter said she wants some.”