Thicker Than Water (15 page)

“No baby, you wanna be in
my
video?” She asked. 

D. Gunna was at a loss for words. He knew groupies were groupies and always down for the fuck, but they all usually tried to pretend they weren’t groupies. Like they all are good girls who just so happen to love you and you’re the only rapper they wanna fuck. Then they think you gonna fall in love with they nasty asses. But this chick, she seemed like she didn’t give a fuck, she was just game. He kissed her again, and slid his hand under her dress as he went to push her panties to the side, but realized she wasn’t wearing any.  He stopped kissing her and looked at her like he was about to bust right there.

They rode in D. Gunna’s Porsche up to the entrance of the W hotel in the city. Kim fed to his ego just to make sure he got the most lavish room.

She smiled happy she attained her goal and climbed out of the Porsche, careful to allow her dress to rise up and expose the bottom half of her butt cheeks. D.Gunna bit down on his bottom lip and smiled. He was gonna bust that down tonight. They walked up to the check in desk, and as he spoke to the woman at the desk, Kim studied how everyone in the lobby had all eyes on her. She gazed over all of them but didn’t pay attention to any, until she got to one.

Her mouth dropped open and then formed into a smirk, noticing Blair and an older white woman by the elevators. Blair looked at Kim filled with rage. He couldn’t believe she was here with someone else, and he couldn’t believe how sexy she looked. His wife looked at the scantily clad hoochie and rolled her eyes with jealousy and intimidation. D.Gunna, oblivious to anything grabbed Kim’s hand and led her to the elevators, anxious to get her alone. As they stood next to Blair and his wife waiting for the elevator, Kim slid her hand into D.Gunna’s pants and began fondling him, he couldn’t take it.

“Damn girl, you just can’t wait til we get to the room huh? Whew! You sumpthin else, you hear me?”

He said this sexily in his same slurred speech, and Kim was well aware of Blair’s anger, she could feel his steam.
This is so crazy!
She thought. It was her lucky night. She couldn’t wait to tell her girls.

Blair looked over at Kim standing next to him and wanted so bad to be here with her tonight, the only reason he wasn’t was because he promised his wife that they would go to a play and stay at the W. She was obviously trying to rekindle the non existing spark in their marriage. The elevator opened and all four got in, Blair pushed his floor and stood on the side of the elevator, facing in the direction that Kim and D. Gunna were standing.

He was unaware and uncaring of his blatant staring at Kim, he was fuming and he wanted to grab her and smack her, and then make love to her. Kim pushed his buttons even more.

“Excuse me can you please press floor 21, we’re going to the Presidential Suite.”

She said this softly and then licked her top lip with the tip of her tongue. Blair just stared at her. His wife nudged him to push the button, so he did.

“Oh, I apologize, what kind of music do you people listen to these days, a little Garth Brooks, or something? Maybe some Enya, John Mayer, oh I know, maybe a little classical.”

Kim and D.Gunna laughed while Blair’s wife obliviously added in.

“Oh my god we love Enya.”

Blair shut his eyes in pure embarrassment as the elevator opened to their floor. Kim gave one final look to him and turned her back to the closing doors, facing D.Gunna, as he lifted the back of her dress fondling her bare juicy ass while they tongue kissed. Blair’s blood continued to boil as the doors closed and the elevator continued up to the Presidential Suite.

Once inside of the room, D.Gunna was all over Kim.

“Baby take this dress off,” he ordered.

Kim was trying not to let seeing Blair with his wife affect her and focus on the mind blowing sex she was sure to have tonight.
That bitch looks like Gwenyth Paltrow or something, she is so fucking plain.
D.Gunna began unzipping her dress and sucking on her neck but couldn’t get the latch on her dress to unhook.
I bet they not even gonna fuck good. They probably gonna go to sleep or some shit. Her stupid ass didn’t recognize my voice?

“Come on baby damn? You got me all worked up and shit!” D.Gunna said outlining Kim’s curves with his hands.

“Oh baby I am coming, but I thought we were gonna eat or something first?” Kim said, at least wanting to get another drink in her to try to forget about Blair.

She slid off her dress and was completely naked except for her heels and jewelry. She laid back on the bed and put her knees up opening her legs and exposing her pretty pinkness. D.Gunna began massaging her body with his tongue, making circles around her nipples slowly down to her sweetness, as he licked and sucked at her like he was parched in the desert and she was the last drop of water.

Kim didn’t expect to cum that quickly but she didn’t expect for him to be so good, she screamed out, loud, as he continued to give it all he had. He ate her so good and for so long that she had to literally knee lock him and push him up off of her. After he got her all wet up and ready he took her to the balcony and bent her over.

“Well that’s on you. You want this or not?” She turned around to face him with her hands on her hips. Kim thought about it, if she was a real scandalous bitch she’d let him run up in her, get pregnant, and be set for life. But her body was all she had and she couldn’t risk getting a disease, or worse, getting pregnant and out of shape!

He smiled and turned her back around and bent her to where she held on to the balcony banister and stroked her as she looked out at the city. After hours of marathon sex, they both passed out on the hotel floor, in a deep peaceful sleep with D. Gunna still inside of her.

When Kim awoke she was in the hotel bed, covered with blankets and pillows, and she noticed there was a note along with a long table filled with room service. She looked at the clock. 5:04 a.m.
What kind of Pretty Woman shit is going on? Where the hell did he go?

She picked up the note and read it to herself.

Hey. I had to go. Somebody from my squad got into some stuff and I had to go bail them out. Don’t worry I got your number cause I used your cell phone to call my phone..aha….I hope you sleep good, the room’s paid for another night so you don’t have to rush in the morning. You were real good, you really know how to turn a nigga out. I will definitely be seeing you again. You got a nigga needing that, and I don’t even know ya name …One, Gunna.

Kim balled the note up and threw it in her purse.
Bail ya nigga out, yeah right. Hmm...Whatever, at least it was good.

She picked up a strawberry and poured herself a glass of Dom P. She grabbed her cell phone and laughed at the 18 missed calls from Blair. He had been calling her all through the night. She put her phone down and went into the large bathroom that looked like a hotel room in itself. It contained a sauna, Jacuzzi, everything. She ran herself a bath and decided to take advantage of the day she had left of this room.

She smiled at the memory of her night, somehow things always worked out the way she wanted them to.

“Bitch you lying! You did not fuck D.Gunna. Aw hell no!” Tatum screamed, mouth wide open at Kim who was sitting on her bed. Tatum was standing in front of her door length mirror in her bra and panties, trying to decide what to wear to Ree’s party. She decided to go in the end, after she hadn’t heard from him in days since the incident, and she missed him.

Kim was dressed and ready to go, in a short Cavalli dress that Tatum had to admit was bad as hell.

“Tay, I swear, I put it on him, and he called me.”

“So, the nigga probably just want some more and you his Jersey hoe, he only gonna call you when he in Jersey,” Tatum warned, trying to hip Kim to the game.

“But Tay, the nigga called me from Cali.”

Tatum looked at Kim with raised eyebrows.
Oh shit! Maybe my girl did put it on him. Go Kim!

Tatum tried on her bebe dress for the third time but felt self conscious in it; it was too tight on her butt. She kind of wished she would’ve took Ree up on his offer to go shopping for something, and she did not have the money to buy something new on her own, not this week anyway.

Just then she heard her doorbell, and Kim jumped up and ran down the stairs to get it. She returned with Sasha, who looked so cute in her True Religion jeans and a short mid- cropped blazer with no shirt underneath. Tatum smiled at her.

“Hey boo, look I got you something.” Sasha handed Tatum the bag as Tatum looked at her with a confused look. She was always telling Sasha to stop buying her stuff with her daddy’s or with Chauncey’s money.

Tatum opened the bag and pulled out a fly ass black and white Chanel blouse and red Chanel belt with big silver C’s in the middle.

“Sasha! This is hot baby, thank you.”

“Don’t thank me, just rock the top with your little black shorts, the red belt goes with your red Chanel peep toes.”

Tatum screamed, happy she had the perfect fit, and the perfect best friend. She dressed in the outfit and did a twirl in the mirror, she looked good. She threw her hair up and finished off with the jewelry as she sat down and let Sasha do her makeup.

“Anybody heard from Neli?” Sasha asked.

She really didn’t like having any beef in the circle; she kind of missed her too.

“Nah, Kim left her at the club the other night though,” Tatum laughed. The three girls laughed and then all fell silent thinking about the other night.

“I mean really though, what was that about? It was like old girl just blew up, like she been having that shit on her mind or something,” Sasha reminisced in a sulky tone as she applied some Mac shadow to Tatum’s eyelids.

“I don’t know,” Tatum and Kim said in unison both with their own thoughts in their head.

Tatum remembered back to the other night when they all went to the city and how Neli was acting suspect when they all seen Chauncey. Something was definitely going on, but Tatum was just hoping that Neli had a little thing for Chauncey. She changed the subject quickly.

“Y’all, I am so nervous about tonight. I mean I got little butterflies and everything, I really do miss him.” Sasha smiled and looked down at Tatum, she was truly happy, and drug lord or not, Ree was the man for her.

“Tatum you need to tell him how you feel before you lose him,” Sasha warned. Kim jumped in.

“Sasha be quiet, your melodramatic ass, she aint gonna lose shit! That nigga copped her the old exclusive, he in love.” They all laughed.

By the time the girls headed out the door and got into Sasha’s Acura, it was going on 11 o’clock. It didn’t matter though, the party was in the city, and Ree’s parties don’t end till the wee hours of the morning. Sasha insisted on driving because she just knew that Tatum would end up leaving with Ree. Tatum didn’t protest.

After Kim’s weed stop, they finally arrived at the place close to midnight, Tatum’s heart began racing. She re-applied lip gloss for the fourth time and fixed her hair, she was definitely pulling a Sasha move.

They all got out of the car and began walking to the club. It was a humid night and the night air smelled sweet. The city was lit up and people were coming from all directions dressed to impress, all walking towards the nightclub. They could hear the bass before they even got to the line.