Outta the corner of my eye, I peep this beauty breeze by our table, but outta respect for Cherry I don’t turn to see who it is or how that ass is shakin’. Besides, at the moment, it doesn’t really matter.
I bring my attention to Cherry. Stare at her. I can’t front, she’s one classy-type chick. She fucks good, looks good, gotta bangin’ body, and makes major moves. And if she didn’t have so much damn forehead, wasn’t stuck on wearin’ weaves ’n shit, and knew howta suck dick, she’d be a ten, hands down.
“Is everything okay?” she asks, lookin’ up from her menu
“I’m good, baby; just checkin’ things out.” I wink at her.
She smiles. “And do you like what you see?”
“Oh, no doubt,” I tell her.
“Good. So do you know what you want to eat?”
“Nah, what do you suggest?” She recommends the lobster and spinach raviolinis in a cream sauce. What the fuck?! I frown, shakin’ my head. She chuckles, then suggests I try one of the pork, chicken or fish dishes.
“I gotta use the bathroom,” I say, gettin’ up, “You order for me; make it sumthin’ simple. No pork or beef, though.” She tells me she’ll order me the halibut and seasoned vegetables. “Oh, aiight, cool.”
When I get to the bathroom, I do what I gotta do, then wash my hands. I glance at my watch and decide to hit mom dukes up real quick. I call her on the house phone, and she answers on the third ring.
“Glad you remembered my number,” she says sarcastically. “I wasn’t sure if you needed me to leave it for you or not.”
“Ma, go ’head wit’ that,” I say, chucklin’. “You my number one girl. You know I know how to get at you. Is e’erything aiight? You good?”
“Humph, that’s what you say. Actions speak louder than words, though. But to answer your question, I’m good. I’m just making sure you are.”
“Oh, no doubt. I’m chillin’,” I tell her while checkin’ myself out in the mirror. Although I usually keep my face smooth-shaven, I’m kinda diggin’ the five-o’-clock-shadow thing I got goin’ on.
“Well, when three or more days go by, and I don’t hear from you or see you, I start to worry.” I smile, knowin’ if I tell her not to worry it’s only gonna go in one ear and out the other ’cause that’s what she’s gonna do. I tell her I’ll try to call more, then let her know I’m outta town for a few days. “Humph, I shoulda known. Out whorin’, I’m sure.”
I laugh. “Actually, I’m workin’.”
“And I’m a three-legged, one-eyed fool.” I continue laughin’. We talk for a few more minutes before hangin’ up. As I’m walkin’ outta the bathroom, I’m so busy goin’ through my text messages that I’m not payin’ attention to where I’m goin’ and end up bumpin’ into someone, almost knockin’ ’em down.
“Oh, damn. My…” Our eyes lock and I almost pass the fuck out. “Oh, shit, baby. I must be in heaven. What are
She smiles, seemin’ surprised to see me as well. “This is home for me. So what’s your excuse? This is a long way from Jersey. Oh, let me guess, a
I grin. Gotdamn, she is finer than a muhfucka! Her fuckin’ skin is glowin’. And her beautifully painted lips are sexy as hell. I feel my dick stirrin’ inside of my boxers. “Sumthin’ like that. So, dig, how long you gonna be out here?” She tells me she’s here for the L.A. Fashion Week events and will be here ’til the end of next week.
As bad as I wanna stand here and keep this thing goin’ wit’ her, I know I gotta get my ass back over to my table before Cherry puts out an APB on me. “Dig, baby, I gotta get back to my table. But how ’bout I hit you up tomorrow? Maybe we can meet up and you can show me L.A.”
She smirks. “And will you be bringing your
“Nah, baby, I’ma be dolo.” She rolls her eyes. Tells me to call her, then excuses herself to go to the bathroom. I stare at her ass. Watch the way her hips sway, then head back to the table, tryna figure out how the hell I’m gonna ditch Cherry for a few hours so I can get at that Stone Mountain beauty. I don’t know how I’ma do it, but the one thing I am certain of: Come hell or high water, a muhfucka’s gonna make it do what it do. Believe that!
