The Glamorous Life (12 page)

E
arly the next morning as she was about to go shopping, she met up with Smooth in the parking lot of Southside Plaza for five minutes to get the spending money. She got out of the car and went around to the driver’s side and leaned in to talk to him.

“I hope you’ll spend some quality time with me when you get back,” he said, never looking up as he counted out the money.
She looked over his tight body. It was a shame how someone so handsome and sexy could be so mean and evil.

“You know I am. You oughtta take a break and come with us,” Bambi said sweetly.

“You know I don’t fly nowhere,” Smooth said, shaking his head. “If God wanted me to fly, then I would have been born with wings.”

“You wasn’t born with wheels, but I see you got a car,” Bambi said, pointing to his candy apple red Benz.

“Yeah, well, this car don’t leave the ground either. Now, you make sure you call me every day to check in,” he said, looking Bambi dead in the eye as he handed her the money, never letting go until she agreed.

“Okay, the calls are real expensive, but I’ll call just to check in.” She leaned in and gave him a quick kiss with the stack of money in her hand.

“Do you need me to take you to the airport?” he asked.

“No, my friend is just going to leave her car there.”

“Well, I’ve been up all night, grinding, getting this money. So I’m ’bout to go home and get some sleep.”

B
efore Egypt and Bambi knew it, the relaxing and fun-filled week passed by. They had snorkeled in the turquoise waters off Jamaica, shopped in St. Thomas, and lounged by the pool on the ship’s deck, drinking piña coladas. All courtesy of Smooth.

When Bambi returned she decided to wait a day before she hooked up with Smooth to pay the cost for making a deal with the devil. Finally, she poured a glass of Pepsi-Cola, picked up the cell phone, and called Smooth.

“I’m baaaccckkkk,” she said, as if she was happy to inform him of her whereabouts.

“Why you ain’t call me yesterday?” he asked.

“I couldn’t get a line to get through. Besides, I’m home now.”

“So, when I’m going to see you?”

“Umm, whenever you want to,” she said as she looked through all her mail that had accumulated while she was gone.

“You know me. I want to see you right now,” he said. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you, too,” she lied.
Like a hole in the head,
she thought, trying to amuse herself.

“Look, let’s go get something to eat and hang out for the night. You know you gotta tell me all about your trip,” he said. She knew he really wasn’t concerned about hearing nothing about the trip; all he really wanted to hear was her moans when he put her legs in the air. He probably figured she owed it to him.

Once she agreed to the dinner date, he told her, “Meet me at the mall and we’ll get you some real sexy lingerie.”

Two hours later they were hand in hand strolling through the mall. Their first stop was Victoria’s Secret. Forty-five minutes, two big pink-and-white shopping bags, and a receipt totaling $742.39 later, they left Victoria’s Secret and headed for dinner.

As they were walking through the mall, Bambi remembered one of her mother’s rules: “This is how you know you got him, when he takes you to the mall to buy one thing and you come out with what he wanted to initially buy plus at least one very costly item that you insisted you had to have.” So right before they exited the mall, she saw some tall multicolored boots in the window of a small boutique.

“Ooooouuuhhh, we gotta look at these boots,” she said. She pulled him into the store and picked them up. “I’d like to see these in a size eight, please?”

They were a perfect fit, and the saleslady cosigned by saying how nice the ugly boots were. Smooth didn’t say anything. He just looked until she whispered in his ear, “Wouldn’t you like me to fuck you in only these?” She looked into his eyes as if she was ready to jump on his dick right then and there.

He smiled and nodded. “They would go good with that brown thing we just bought for you, right?”

She nodded. Without any more hesitation, he peeled off the $2,600 for the boots.

Next they headed to the Wyndham Hotel. Smooth insisted that they drive one car, but she managed to convince him that both of them needed to drive.

“I have an early morning appointment, and after I’m done with you tonight I know you ain’t gonna feel like getting up,” she said, and ran a fingernail down his thigh.

He gave her the money and instructed her to get a room in her name. She did as she was told. She got the most expensive room they had to offer, pocketing the money left over. The desk clerk was so happy to sell the room, he didn’t even ask for her ID. As soon as Smooth entered the room, he began walking around inspecting it.

“This is nice,” he said, impressed with the surroundings.

She chuckled to herself.
It’s funny how dudes sell more drugs than a little bit to be able to stack their money and live life to the fullest but in all actuality don’t do anything to live it up. Like look at this clown
—
he’s all impressed with this room. I mean it’s nice for a room in Richmond, but nothing to get all like he’s doing over the damn thing.

She remembered trips she had taken with Reggie and the
world-class hotels they had been to in Vegas, LA, and Miami— not to mention the five-star Plaza she’d stayed at with her mother when she was younger.

He got all this money and still ain’t been nowhere but New York on business and thinks he’s really doing it big, bragging about bus trips to Atlantic City. Hey, go to Vegas, high roller, and then holler at me. But for real, the nigga is scared to fly yet he always bragging about how he living large. Please, please, please! Step up in your game and learn what it’s like to be a real player!

He fell backward onto the bed and motioned for her to come over. She did, and he took her in his arms, whispering in her ear, “I really missed you.” Then he put her hand on his manhood, so she could feel that it was hard.

“Look baby, I got something to tell you,” Bambi said, gently pulling away from him.

“I’m listening, and don’t come with no bullshit,” he said as if he was joking, but she knew by the cold look in his eyes he wasn’t playing.

“Oh, I’m not. You know I haven’t been with nobody in a while, right, not since my ex,” she said.

“Yeah, that’s what you say anyway.” He folded his hands behind his head and looked up at the ceiling.

“Look, I want this just as bad as a faggot wants a bag of dicks! Trust me, but I just have a complex about something.”

“What?” He turned to stare at her.

“I don’t know how to say it.”

His face grew serious. “Just say it.”

“Straight up, I really can suck the skin off a dick, but at the same time I will get turned off if it has the slightest odor.” Before he could say anything, she told him, “Let me finish. I know you don’t stink, but I know you been out all day sweating a little bit. I’m just going to need you to hop in the shower,
and then I can get busy. This is really important to me. It’s serious! Because if I go down there and I smell anything, no matter what you do, my coochie will not even get wet.”

For a few seconds, he sat there stunned. He couldn’t believe what she was saying. He looked at her a minute and then said, “I feel you! I can’t do nothing but respect your wishes, because I know I want some of that bomb head of yours.”

“I’m glad you understand, because I really want to please you,” she purred.

“Go cut the water on for me and then come back and take my clothes off for me,” he told her.

She did as she was told. But as soon as he closed the door, she listened until she heard a different pattern in the water. She knew he was in, and it was on and popping right then and there. There was no turning back from this point on. This was the moment she had been waiting so patiently for.

Bambi grabbed the two trash bags from her pocketbook and started moving around the room quickly gathering his clothes, jewelry, and every stitch of linen off of the bed. To put the icing on the cake, the layout of the room could not have been any better for her plan because the towels were on the outside of the bathroom, which made it easy to get them, too. She grabbed her pocketbook and dragged the trash bags in the hall. Once she was on the elevator, she stopped one floor down and set a pillowcase on fire in one of the trash cans, pulled the fire alarm, and walked off calmly. The alarm went off, the sprinklers came on, and she got the hell out of Dodge.

Just as she expected, Egypt’s car was parked on the side of the building. Bambi had called her when she was on her way to the hotel. Bambi was out of breath when she hopped in Egypt’s car.

“Girl, what the hell you doing?” Egypt asked. “You got beads of sweat rolling down your face. Who you running from?”

Bambi said in between breaths, “Hold on and just watch the front door. Just watch carefully now.” Then she started beating on the dash and shouting,
“Drumroll!”

“Girl, what are you talking ’bout?” Egypt asked with a confused look on her face. Bambi ignored her friend.

“Five!”
she shouted at the top of her lungs. “
Four, three, two, one
and there you go,
surprizzzzze, baby!
” Bambi pointed to the door.

Smooth came running out of the hotel buck-bald naked with a towel wrapped around him, looking like he was a super-hero or something. They both could see the frustration, anger, and humiliation on his face. He had no keys, no ID, no clothes, no money, and most of all, no way back in the room because the room wasn’t in his name.

“Girl, how did you manage to pull that off?” Egypt asked, with her jaw about to hit the ground.

“I told you I was going to get him back, didn’t I? It took everything in me to just play the role, but I had to, to get him to trust me. Now look at his dumb ass.”

They both laughed, but not for long because they had to move before he saw them sitting there.

“Girl, let me get my car, and I’ll meet you at the club later,” Bambi said. “I hope you liked your surprise.”

T
he next morning while Bambi was out getting her cell phone number changed, the technician answered her phone when it rang. When the technician passed her the phone, Bambi heard Smooth’s voice. “That was fucked up what you did last night. I can’t believe you did that shit!”

“Why can’t you? It’s the same shit you do. Haven’t you ever
heard of that saying ‘What goes around comes around’? Or ‘Every dog has his day’? Well, you are the dog, and yesterday was your day! Charge it to the game … motherfucker!”

She pushed the
off
button on her phone and handed it back to the technician. She would always remember the sight of that no-good chump, standing in front of the hotel, his face screwed up in anger as he clutched the little towel around his butt. “Payback’s a Bitch” was the song he sang.

CHAPTER 11

A Venomous Tongue

T
ricia was listening to the “Clean up Woman” by Betty Wright and singing the song word for word as she moved around the kitchen dancing. She was preparing a gourmet meal for the new man in her life. He wasn’t as rich as some of the other men she had dated, but he was so good to her that she thought she might change her ways and settle with just one man for a while. After all, she wasn’t getting any younger. As she chopped fresh dill for the vegetables, she heard the doorbell ring.