He hardly ever came into the dressing area, but I guess since all the hoes were talking baby talk instead of flatbacking in the rooms and turning him a profit, he wanted to see what was going on.
“What the hell is that, Juicy?”
G pointed at the baby like it was a snake. Little Maleek grinned up at him and reached out those chubby arms, trying to jump from me to G.
“Look at him, G,” I cooed. “Ain’t he cute?”
“Cute my ass. Spiders are cute. Who the fuck brought a damn baby up in here?”
The only sound in the room was little Maleek happily squealing like a little pig.
G looked around, twirled his ring a few times, then stared dead at me. I couldn’t tell if he was mad because the baby was there, or because I looked so happy holding it.
“I said, whose fuckin baby is this?”
“Aw, don’t be like that,” I said, glancing at Nae-Nae and pushing the baby into his hands. You shoulda seen G’s face. You woulda thought he was holding a bomb. Maleek squealed and laughed and grabbed a handful of G’s nose and tried to pull it off.
Everybody started laughing. Even a hard-ass like G had to have a soft spot when it came to such a cute little baby.
But he didn’t.
“Goddamn it, Juicy!”
And that’s when I knew Dicey had been right. G had a cold black heart. That niggah was so mean he actually bent his ass over and plopped that fat little baby down on the cold, dirty floor.
“Get it out of here,” he said, standing back up and grilling all of us with his stare. “And whoever the bitch is who shit out that little puppy, you get your black ass out of here, too.”
And then he stepped his ass over that baby and slammed out the door.
We were all stunned. There wasn’t a thing we could say though. G had spoken, and poor Nae-Nae was on her own. She picked up her laughing baby and wrapped his blanket around him tightly and headed back out the door.
Chapter Seven
I spent the rest of the week busting my brain trying to come up with an excuse that would get me to that Naughty Girls party with Rita. I had the money because I lied and told G I’d lost two textbooks and needed to repurchase them. I half expected him to give me a lecture about being organized and responsible or send Pacho to the school bookstore to pick them up, but he didn’t even blink when he pulled a C-note from his gold money clip and handed it to me. I pushed that money into my pocket so fast I chipped my fingernail, but I still had a problem. I’d never stepped out on G before and since he did such a good job of keeping me away from the few friends I had, I couldn’t think of a single person I could count on for an alibi.
I had a standing eleven A.M. hair appointment at the Spot each Saturday, and Jewel, the sister G hired to do my hair, had just called the bar phone to say she was running late. I was so nervous over the lie I was trying to cook up for G that my stomach was churning and my muscles were in knots. I was planning to get in the Jacuzzi and let myself de-stress, but changed my mind when I saw the door to Ursula’s massage room standing open.
“Good morning!” Ursula said as soon as I poked my head through the doorway. The massage room was serene and relaxing, done up in all white with overhead heated lights. There was soft music playing in the background and Ursula had poured scented water over a big pot of hot stones to cook up her special aromatherapy.
“What’s up, Ursula. Why are you in here so early today?”
She shook her head and her blond hair fell around her shoulders. “I could not sleep, Juicy. I think I need vacation. Why are you here?”
“Today is my hair day,” I told her. “Jewel’s running late so I’m just killing time until she gets here.”
“You want quick massage?”
I shrugged. Why not? I went behind one of the partitions and got butt naked, draping my clothes neatly over the hangers that were on a long hook. I took one of the freshly pressed silk robes from a cabinet and slipped into it and walked back out to see Ursula spreading a large soft towel over the padded table in the middle of the room. When she was done I lay down and closed my eyes. The warmth of the overhead lights and the aroma of the scented water evaporating over the stones was calming and relaxing. I lay there thinking about the Naughty Girls party tonight and my whole body was tingling in anticipation. I sighed deeply as Ursula chopped my calves, massaged my ankles, and rubbed my feet until they went limp.
She moved up to the top of the table and slid my robe down until it covered my feet. I got lost in the soft music and my own sensual thoughts as she rubbed hot oils into my shoulders and down my arms and the small of my back, and the moans slipping from my lips truly caught me by surprise. Ursula was working my ass, and as usual that spot between my thighs was slippery and throbbing. But this time, instead of jumping up all embarrassed and ready to hit the door, I stayed right there. Bit by bit I found myself rotating my hips as she squeezed and palmed my cheeks, and my pussy was so stoked I wondered if she had poured some of that hot oil down my crack.
“So pretty, Juicy,” Ursula was whispering over and over, and I just couldn’t help it. I squeezed my thighs together and grinded my stuff into that table, shivering and moaning out loud and fighting back shame at the same time. I felt her nudge my legs open slightly, and when she slid two fingers into my wet pussy from behind, there wasn’t a damn thing I could do to stop her. I almost screamed out loud as Ursula pressed down on my lower spine with one hand as she rubbed my swollen clit and played in my pussy with the other. I was amazed when I felt her hot breath on me back there. Her lips were wet on my ass and I yelped as she spread me open and stuck her tongue into my hole. I was turned on beyond belief, whimpering like a baby and just about to come when I heard footsteps lumbering down the hall. I froze as Ursula pulled her hand from my pussy and flung the robe over my naked body.
Cooter Jackson, Moonie’s flunky, was standing in the doorway smiling and holding the cordless phone. “D-d-dicey on the phone, Juicy. Sh-sh-she say she sick and can’t come in t-t-today. You wanna tell G, or you w-w-w-want me to tell him?”
I reached back and made sure the robe was covering my shoulders. “You can let him know when he gets here, Cooter. I was just about to go in the back and wait for Jewel to fix my hair.”
I waited until Cooter walked away, then without speaking to Ursula or even looking at her, I wrapped myself in the silk robe and went behind the partition to get dressed. I tried to calm myself down. To bring my ass back to my senses. I didn’t want to get fucked by no woman. Wasn’t even attracted to females that way, and I sure wasn’t gonna let no dyke bitch from Sweden take advantage of my situation and turn me out. When I stepped out from behind the partition I was fully dressed.
“Ursula.” I spoke quietly even though my body was on fire and I could still feel her hands on me. “This G pussy you fucking with, and if he ever finds out you stuck your fingers in it, that vacation you claim you need might just be a permanent one.”
I didn’t wait for her to answer. I ran down the hallway, barely controlling myself long enough to get into the bathroom. I rushed in and locked myself in a stall, then quickly unzipped my pants. I leaned against the door and stuck my fingers into my panties, then bit down on my lip and finished what Ursula had started. I didn’t even feel bad when I was done and my nipples were getting soft again. Wasn’t no need in feeling shame now because I was happy as hell. Dicey had just called and given me my alibi, and I was gonna go to that party tonight and find out exactly how naughty I could get.