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Nikki

The dinner table was lit by candlelight and the final result of her hard labor lingered in the air. The food, however, was cold and untouched, and that annoying fly that had escaped Nikki’s attempts to whack it, found itself in buffet heaven. She had made her famous grilled salmon smothered in a homemade honey mustard sauce, sweet baby carrots with a dash of cinnamon, lightly buttered asparagus, and toasted croissants. She even hand squeezed the lemons for the lemonade. It was no secret that Nikki was a health nut. She also had a terrific body to support that verity, but all that slaving in a hot ass kitchen wasn’t for her benefit. Nikki had over exhausted herself for Cheryl, wh
o never even bothered to at least pick up the phone and cancel their plans. To make matters worse, she wasn’t answering any of Nikki’s phone calls, which could have only meant one thing―she got the pussy and ran. 

Nikki walked around the house with her li
ps pouted, wondering where she went wrong with women, and where women went wrong with her. None of her relationships seemed to outlast a year, and she couldn’t understand why. Was she not good enough?   

Nikki glanced at her phone again. She had several text messages that she didn’t even bother reading because she knew they were all from her nosey ass homegirls who wanted the scoop on her fight with Dream. In an attempt to cut off her connection to the world, she powered off her phone.

She was upset that Cheryl hadn’t shown up, but she knew it would prove to be Cheryl’s loss because Nikki was ready and willing to test the waters.
Oh well
, she thought.
At least I got my pussy ate.

She found herself back in her room and in the bed. She turned the television on but forgot that she wasn’t much of a reality television freak, which was all that seemed to be showing. She pulled out a book she’d been reading by one of her favorite erotica authors, Fiona Zedde, and thought she’d find some entertainment there. Much to her disappointment, that didn’t help either. She got up from the bed and walked around the house in search of something to get her mind off of being stood up. In retrospect, she realized that she had so much to offer a woman but could never find a woman to reciprocate. Suddenly, she had an epiphany. She wasn’t going to allow another
woman to have that kind of control over her again. She was going to flip the game and play it their way. Her heart was closed. All she wanted and was willing to accept was―a good fuck! And she knew just who to get it from. It was time to reclaim what every woman that she had given her heart to, had taken.

***

Nikki couldn’t remember the last time she saw her old college fling, Nadia Rodriguez. They were dorm mates and had both majored in business. Nadia was phenomenal and they clicked right away, however, she had two sides. Nikki entitled women like Nadia confused, but society had found a much more creative term to label them―bisexual. She was sexually attracted to men and women. Nikki had found it utterly disgusting, but because Nadia was so different and their sexual chemistry was through the roof, she was willing to overlook the boyfriend.

Their fun times had only las
ted for one school year. Nadia had decided she wanted to be exclusive. Not exclusive with Nikki though. And that’s when all hell broke loose because Nikki had invested the time, the patience, and the energy, into a bisexual chick who dropped her like a bad habit. So between Nadia and her first love, Kelli, she wasn’t sure how Dream managed to manipulate her way into the picture.

Reflecting on the
pain she’d endured, Nikki had been cut three times. She was still bleeding. Badly. And in order to lessen the hurt, she needed to bandage at least one of those scars.

Good thing Nikki had kept the card
Nadia had given Jazz to give to her, or else she would have never found
Sochimilco
, which was located on Bagley
in Mexican Town. She’d heard so much about it but never made the time to check it out. Not because she didn’t want to support her old college buddy, but more so to avoid the feelings that she knew without a doubt would resurface.

She parked in the rear of the restaurant, checked her makeup in the mirror, and headed to the front. Judging the cars in the parking lot, it was crowded inside, which was to be expected for a Saturday night. She walked inside and was greeted by one of the host.

“Hello, welcome to
Sochimilco
’s
. How many?”

Nikki held up a single finger. “It’s just me
tonight.”

The woman pulled out a menu.

“Follow me,” she smiled.

Nikki’s eyes surveyed the small
space. The occupancy capacity had to be less than 150, or at least that’s how small it felt. Nikki smiled at every woman whose eyes met her gaze. Flirting was in her nature, but tonight she was on a serious mission.

“Here you go.” The waitress placed the menu flat on the table.
“What can I get you to drink?”

“How about a strawberry margarita.”

“You got it. I’ll get started on it now.”

Thank you, Nikki smiled.

As the woman turned to leave, Nikki called out to her. She double-checked her nametag. “Te … quila,” she pronounced, hoping she hadn’t butchered her name.

“Yes, that’s right,” she smiled.

“Is your boss available?”

The woman’s eyes widened and all the color seemingly left her face.

“No, it’s not anything you did,” Nikki chucked. “I know her. She’s an old friend of mine and I was hoping she’d be here tonight.”

The woman exhaled and her smile fell back into place. “Oh okay. Yes,
she’s in the back. I’ll go grab her.”

Nikki’s eyes lit up. “That would be great.”

The woman turned to leave then quickly turned back around.

“Who should I say is here to see her?”

“Tell her it’s an old acquaintance.” Nikki pressed her lips tightly and straightened her posture. She was poised and nervous all at the same time. Jazz had given her a general description, but it was nothing like seeing the package for herself.

Three minutes later, that
beautiful Spanish fly that had crushed her heart all those years ago, stood before her. Nadia’s lustrous, ebony black curls hung down her back and that smile that Nikki remembered all too well, lit up the night’s sky. She was more beautiful than the image etched in Nikki’s memory.

The waitress appeared out of nowhere with Nikki’s drink. She placed it directly in front of her and politely said, “I’ll come back for your order.”

Nadia stared at Nikki as if her eyes were deceiving her.

“Nikki? Nikki Kai?”
Nadia asked, pulling an unused chair from another table. She sat across from her with her mouth hung open in total disbelief.

“It’s been a long time,” Nikki began.

“Extremely long time.” Nadia looked Nikki over for seemingly the hundredth time. She seemed amazed by the beauty before her.

“How have you been, Nadia
?”

Nadia looked around the restaurant
. “Busy.”

Nikki nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I noticed that. Ha, ha, ha. But busy is a good thing.”

“Yes, it is.” Nadia paused as if she had been bombarded with questions that she was mentally deciphering. “So, uh, I’m guessing Jazz gave you my card.”

“Yeah. She did actually. She had come here a few times and said she’d bumped into you.”

Nadia tilted her head. “So she didn’t mention anything else?” she quizzed.

Nikki’s brows furrowed. “No. Was she supposed to mention something else?”

Nadia raised her left hand and waved her fingers. Where Nikki had expected a wedding ring to be, there wasn’t.

“He
left me for another woman,” Nadia informed Nikki. “Six years of marriage and he leaves me for his mistress.”

“The guy
you were dating in college. D―”

“Dennis the asshole,” Nadia
completed for her.

Nikki appeared saddened by the news
but was actually elated that Nadia had gotten a taste of what it felt like to be the other woman. To be dumped and recycled. She deserved it, Nikki determined, but of course she couldn’t tell her that.

“I’m really sorry to hear that.”
Nikki took a thirsting sip of her drink.

Nadia
shook her head, obviously lying to herself that the pain didn’t still exist. Nikki knew it was a front to mask her true feelings.

“Don’t be sorry. It was bound to happen sooner than later.”

The waitress returned. “Are you ready to place your order,” she simpered.

Nikki’s eyes didn’t sway from
Nadia’s. “I believe I’ve found my order.”

Nadia
smiled as if that translated a completely new thought. “I’ll take care of her, Tequila.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Tequila nodded, excusing herself.

Once she was out of earshot, Nadia leaned forward. “I need to get out of these nasty clothes and clean up. What are you doing later tonight? I want to catch up on the
good
old times.” She put emphasis on good, followed by a blush.

“I’m free as a bird,” Nikki
smiled.

“Good.
I was hoping you would say that.” Nadia pulled a pen from out of her apron pocket and jotted down an address and phone number on a napkin. “Meet me at my place in an hour.”

Nikki gladly accepted the invitation. She slipped the
napkin into her purse, took one last sip of her drink, and stood to her feet. “Gladly,” she said, returning Nadia’s sexual gesture.

Nikki headed back to her car, an inconspicuous grin on her face.

“And may the games begin!” 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dr
eam

Her clothes and breath reeked of weed
and alcohol. Good thing her mother was sound asleep because if she had caught her smoking marijuana in her house, she would have made good on her numerous threats to kick her out for good this time. The only reason, or excuse, she had given Adreama for allowing her back into her home was because she was sick with the devil’s disease. Her mind wasn’t right and her mother blamed it all on Adreama’s no good junkie of a father. Had it not been for his sinful ways, Adreama would have never turned out the way that she had. He had cursed their only child. Their only daughter. Had her father walked the same path as her mother, Adreama might not have caught the devil’s disease that messed with her mind so badly she desired women.

But what her mother had failed to understand was that Dream was n
ot cursed and she didn’t have no damn devil’s disease. She had been born a man. A man with a terrible defect. That was the reality that Dream had grown to accept. It was also the underlying factor in which much of her anger stemmed from.

Dream sat with her back against the wall, contemplating that day’s
earlier events. She was high as a kite and although her swollen eyes were still throbbing with pain, she managed to see the television. She had been watching a playback episode of The Game before her mind began to wander.

She took another pull of the blunt, asking herself who could she call. That thought ran short because the answer was no one. She didn’t trust any of the homies she called friends and she d
amn sure couldn’t trust no broad. For all she knew, everybody was plotting against her. As she sank into her thoughts even deeper, she realized she had no one. Not even her own mother.

She brushed her hand over her fade an
d damn near broke out in hives. Her head hurt, her face hurt, hell, she was fucked up. But not as fucked up as Cheryl.

“I killed that bitch,” she uttered calmly. In her current frame of thinking, the possibility of going to jail never even crossed her mind. She was considerably high off the weed and even more motivated by her untamable ego, which was bigger than the city’s deficit. Not to mention she still hadn’t taken her medication. Anybody else facing a murder charge would have simply gone into hiding. Well, not Dream. She wasn’t hiding from a damn thing that couldn’t be proven. Besides,
the bitch had it coming
, she thought, as a sinister smile crept across her lips.

After the show went off
, Dream got up from the bed and peered out the window to see if her mother was back from playing Bingo. There was no sight of the Cadillac in the driveway. It would probably take her old and senile mother all year before she noticed the small dent in the bumper. And knowing her, she’d figure she’d did it

herself.

Dream closed the blinds and walked back over to the bed. She picked up her phone to retrieve the latest text message that had come through. It was from her homie, Bam-Bam. Apparently, everybody had known Cheryl because word was spreading like wildfire through the lesbian family that Cheryl had died from a hit and run. Bam-Bam had gone on to say in the text that the bitch got what she deserved for fucking with her homie. Dream nodded her head in agreement with the text. She was just about to text back but decided otherwise.

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