A Pimp In Pumps (15 page)

“I’m right down the street boo,” Cherie said with the wind whipping in the background.

I was already at the spot, because the party was about to start in an hour. The set up and decorations were amazing. We’d even rented two Jacuzzis that we had delivered. The bar was turned into a Tiki Bar, because it was a Hawaiian scene with fake palm trees and bright lights. Oh and the view of the city was amazingly breathtaking.

              “Okay, you’re goin’ to love this Cherie. This shit is hot as fuck.”

              “I know it is baby. That’s why I trusted your vision. Thank you so much for helping me pull this off. You’re the shit boo. Don’t let nobody tell you different. You put together a business and a bangin’ ass party at the same time, despite the hell you just went through. My bitch. I owe you.”

              “You don’t owe me boo. Thank you for being here for me through the hell. I really appreciate you.”

              “Of course. You know you my bitch.”

              We laughed.

              “I heard the line’s wrapped around the corner. They can’t wait to get up in here.”

              “Oh shit, it’s gon’ be turnt the fuck up!” Cherie sounded majorly excited.

              “Ok boo. Let me go make sure everything is straight at the bar. One of the bartender chicks is looking confused. I’ll see you when you get here.”

              We ended the call and I made my way over to the bar.

              “You okay Vicky?” I asked.

              She was one of the four bartenders who had been hired for the night.

              “Yes,” she said. “I was just lookin’ for something. I found it.”

              A wave of relief washed over me. There was no way I needed anything to go wrong. It had to go down without a hitch, because I was ready to focus on getting that money. Planning a party took up more time than I had to give, but Serg and Cherie had both been there for me. Therefore, the sacrifice was worth it.

                “Cool. Well, in that case, can I get a Long Island please. Make it strong.”

              “No problem.” She walked off to make my drink and then I felt somebody put their hands over my eyes.

              When I looked back it was Cherie and we hugged.

              “This shit’s amazing bitch. You did that.”

              We slapped each other five.

              “True, I did.” Laughing with my girl, I took a look around at the scenery in approval.

              The rooftop was starting to get packed with partiers and we knew that Serg and his boys would be there soon. I’d even invited the girls, so they could work the crowd and get some more clients. I saw every occasion as a networking opportunity.

              “Okay, Memphis just texted and said they’re at the door. Make sure everything’s in place for when Serg walks in,” Cherie let me know.

              I rushed off so that the DJ would know to turn the music off for just a second. When Serg walked through the doors that led to the roof, we were all going to surprise him. When he finally made his entrance with his entourage in tow, he was shocked when we all screamed, “Surprise!”

              The DJ got on the mike. “Happy birthday Serg! This is your night my nigga, so turn the fuck up!”

              Everybody clapped and screamed as the music started up again.

              Serg shook his head as he made his way over to us. He hugged Cherie and then kissed her cheek. After that he hugged me.

              “I don’t know how you did this shit without me knowin’. I mean, I knew you was gonna do something, but I ain’t expect this.” He looked around. “This shit’s hot.”

              “Glad you approve bro, but Sasha pulled all of this together herself. I knew that I couldn’t do it, but I wanted to do something special for you.”

              Serg looked at me and a huge smile spread across his lips. “You did the damn thing ma.”

              I smiled back. “Thanks. Happy birthday.”

              “We ‘bout to pop some bottles out this bitch!” Serg pounded his boys up.

              “Drink up, but don’t get close to the edge. I don’t want nobody falling off this damn roof,” I joked, although the thought wasn’t really funny.

              We all laughed.

              “Jacuzzis, half naked bitches and shit. Hell yeah,” one of Serg’s other boys said as they walked off to the bar.

              Cherie looked at me as she raised her martini glass. “A toast.”

              I lifted my glass too.

              She continued. “To a successful party…and life. Thank you friend.”

              “No problem love. Oh and to a new beginning and mo’ mufuckin’ money.”

We clinked our glasses together as we laughed. It felt so good to genuinely enjoy life. It had been almost three months since my husband left me for my best friend, but I was okay. Truthfully, I did miss them both, but I was glad that I hadn’t heard from them. My focus for now was on myself. I’d get them later.

*  *  *

              Hot chicks walked around with trays full of drinks and shots with flames coming from them. The atmosphere was definitely party central, because everybody was having a ball. The Jacuzzis were full of half-naked chicks and the niggas were rubbing up on ass and trying to take something home for the night.

              “Damn, time is flyin’,” I said with a sigh.

              “I know right. It’s already two fifteen,” Cherie agreed. “I’m fucked up.”

              I nodded. “Me too. That damn blunt full of Kush did it.”             

              Cherie giggled. “I got another one.”

              “Fire it up then. Might as well smoke. I ain’t got nothin’ to do when I get home, but get in an empty ass bed.”

              “Girl bye. You see all these fine, ballin’ ass niggas in here. When are you gonna get back out there and try to meet somebody?”

              “Meet somebody? I haven’t dated since high school. I was with the same man for years. I don’t know how to meet somebody.”

              “Look at you.” Cherie said with a shocked look on her pretty face. “You’re gorgeous. It won’t be hard.”

              I sighed. “Yeah, but I don’t think I’m ready for…”

              “Nobody said you had to be serious about somebody right now, but ain’t nothing wrong wit’ gettin’ your back banged out. Shit, I’m single, but I gets me some on the regular honey. Ain’t no cobwebs on this pussy.”

              I laughed. “Shit, mine is covered in cobwebs, and dust. It’s sad. I can sell sex, but I can’t get none.”

              “Oh, bitch, you can get some. You’re a woman. Gettin’ sex is not a problem for you. Believe me.”

              She was right, but I wasn’t one to just fuck a random nigga. I was accustomed to being in a relationship and had gotten used to the married life. There was no way I could just change my ways and start getting my fuck on just for the hell of it. It just wasn’t me, which was ironic with the profession I had.

              Cherie fired the blunt up and then passed it to me. “Oh shit,” she spat as she looked at her phone. “I’ll be right back boo. Looks like it’s something in the works for me to get me some dick tonight. I gotta take this call.”

              She walked off all fast to find a quieter place to talk. I puffed the blunt and looked at the beautiful landscape of the city’s lights. The view was actually very breathtaking and it made me appreciate what I’d been blessed with. My husband and best friend were no longer in my life, but that was probably for the best. Neither of them deserved me anyway. Their disloyal asses deserved each other. Then I thought about it, I still hadn’t received any divorce papers. At that moment I wondered what course of action I was going to take against the two people who had betrayed me in the worst way. Divorcing Kamal just wasn’t enough.

              “A penny for your thoughts,” a familiar voice rung out behind me.

              I turned on my heels and was staring into the face of the dude I’d been crushing on for most of my life. As fine as he was, he was still my closest friend’s brother. That in itself made shit complicated as I thought about Cherie telling me to meet somebody.

              “I was just enjoyin’ the view.”

              Serg nodded. “Yes, it’s really beautiful.”

              “I know right. You just never realize how beautiful something is until you take the time out to really look at it.”

              “Yup,” he agreed. “You could have something that is so beautiful right there under your nose, but you just don’t realize how much until you really take the time to look. That is so true Sasha. I can relate to that.”

              Something told me that he wasn’t just talking about the view of the city, but I didn’t want to read too much into his words. Instead I puffed the blunt and passed it to him.

              “You enjoyin’ yourself?” He was making me feel some type of way and I was trying to defy it.

              “Oh yeah. I’m havin’ a good time. Thank you again for everything. It ain’t every day that a nigga turns thirty. Especially not in my line of business.”

              That sent a chill up my spine. His bad boy ways had always been a turn on, but I had decided to take what I thought was the “safe route” by marrying Kamal. Then I played it safe by having a nine to five. The way both situations played out taught me to take risks. What appeared to be safe sometimes wasn’t, so why not take chances.

              “Well, you don’t look like your age, or what you’ve been through.”

              Serg laughed. “What you sayin’ beautiful?”

              I grinned. “C’mon Serg. You know you’re fine as hell.”

              He rubbed his clean shaven chin and narrowed his eyes at me. “You really think so?”

              All I could do was shake my head and laugh too. “Stop shoppin’ for compliments.”

              Passing the blunt back to me, he was suddenly looking serious. “Look Sasha, I ain’t gon’ keep on pretendin’ like I don’t see what’s in front of me. You on your grown woman shit and to be honest, I was just waitin’ for that nigga Kamal to move out the way, so I can move in.”

              Damn, I had to hit the blunt after that. What the fuck was he saying? My heart was beating against my ribcage like a drum. I was wondering if he could hear that shit over the loud music.

              “Uh…”

              Serg cut me off. “We been spendin’ a lot of time together lately and…well, I gotta admit that I’m feelin’ you ma.”

              It was true. Over the past few months we were spending a lot of time together, but it was for business purposes. Yeah, we had fun and we seemed to vibe, but I didn’t want to cause any problems with Cherie. Of course I wanted Serg. Shit, he was looking so damn tasty at the moment. However, it would be a big conflict of interest if I was fucked around with him.

              “I’m not ready for…I mean; I’m attracted to you. Shit, I have been forever, but…”

              “I already know you need time and I’ll give you that. In the meantime, I just want to put in my bid. I’m tryna be first in line. A nigga’ll be stupid to let you pass me by. Straight the fuck up. I’m just bein’ a real nigga. No disrespect to you, or my sister.”

              Damn, he was really putting me on the spot and I was actually getting wet as hell thinking about spending the night with him. He wasn’t just some dude though, so could I really just have a physical relationship with him? What if I didn’t know how to separate the physical from the emotional? What if he didn’t? He was a street nigga, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t capable of falling in love.

              “So, putting in your bid…What does that mean?” I already knew, but I wanted to hear him say it.

              Damnit, I hoped he wasn’t just letting the alcohol talk. What if he forgot everything that he was saying the next day? There was no way that I could take him seriously. I’d been hurt enough in my life, so I had to protect my heart.

              “You know what it means. Fuck wit’ a real nigga ma. We’ll talk about it later yo’. My sister’s comin’.”

              When I looked Cherie was approaching us. I’d been so lost in his eyes and the view of the city that I didn’t even see her at first. My body tingled with the thought of being with Serg. He was the man and from what I knew, he was selective about who he fucked with. That said a lot about him. Hoes threw the ass at him, but he didn’t seem to be impressed.

              I remembered him saying before that he was tired of fucking bitches who didn’t mean shit to him and wanted to settle down with the right woman. Was he throwing me hints then? Hmmm. Now that I was single, it was only one way to find out. Then I thought about Cherie. Would she be mad if I went there with her brother?

              “You havin’ fun bro?” Cherie asked when she closed the distance between us.

              “Yeah,” he said with a nod as he gulped his Corona. “Best birthday party ever sis. Thanks again yo’.”