Authors: Mahalia Levey
“Nice to meet you,” Dominique and Catalina replied in unison. Sameera grinned as her friends dragged her and Carrie out of the entryway toward wardrobe.
“Wow.”
“Okay, so this is how things works. They have a huge closet of new clothing to wear, but we brought you two possibles. I say wear the black bikini top and the black booty shorts with heels. I swear you will look hotter than a hot tamale.” Dominique pushed the articles of clothing on her.
“Carrie. I have an extra bikini top or a really cute white top and mini skirt.”
“Oh, thanks but I think I’m okay with what I have on.”
Sameera laughed. “Carrie, just say yes. She totally has to have everyone sort of matching.”
Carrie accepted the outfit and went into a stall to change.
“Hurry up, you two, so we can get you painted up and head out to the dance floor.”
“Impatient much? Carrie, they are so impatient.” Sameera came out of the dressing room with her clothes, picked a locker and secured her belongings. Carrie soon joined her, still fixing her outfit.
“Who’s gonna paint us?
“We’re going for simple. Look at these fabulous shades. They will glow when we hit the club. For now you just need to put on some glow in the dark shim-shimmery lip gloss. Both of you.” Catalina handed them a wand and each a pair of glasses.
“Body paint?” Sameera grinned. “I want body paint.”
“Oh, girl. Just you wait.” She watched Dominique head to the door and holler for security. The muscle ripped god came to her rescue only to look around and see nothing wrong. “Ma’am, why do you need me?”
“We just need your hands, stud.” Catalina winked and held out the jar of paint. “Sameera get your fine ass over here for this man to put his hands on you. Jacob is it?” She read his name printed on his shirt. “Be a doll.” Catalina smeared the paint over his hands—one hand pink, one hand green—and stepped back.”
“Where do you want them at?”
“You’re a smart boy, I bet you can figure it out.” She winked and Sameera cracked up laughing. Jacob laid his palms over her breasts, his fingers touching bare skin leaving his brand on her.
“Nice.”
“All right, no need to get all pervy. Turn around Sam so he can grip that fine ass of yours.”
“God damn, what a sexy ass,” Jacob growled as Catalina reapplied paint.
Sam swore she heard her friend slap his ass. Next thing she knew he cupped her cheeks with his massive hands, then gripped her hips with his fingertips and stepped back.
“Admiring your handiwork?” she asked over her shoulder. She applied a line of gloss and tossed the shades over her eyes.
“Now for the accessories,” Dominique announced as Jacob tried to get close to Carrie.
“Uh, I have a man. Step back.”
Sameera cracked up. “Come get the light up necklaces and multi-colored bangles.”
“No one else has handprints.”
“I’m brilliant. Now here are your rules, Sam darling. Make him work for it. Work the handprints because your history of giving in makes you an easy lay. Don’t be an easy lay. Make him chase you and when he thinks he has you, make him chase you some more. Flirt with Jacob, a little competition is good for the soul.”
“Cat, what are you talking about?”
“Why, Jimmy, of course. Now that he’s back in your life again, shit is going to get crazy. He thinks he can just waltz in and smolder you with those deep green eyes. Make you lust over those sexy six-pack abs and his talented fingers, so you give in. Don’t be that girl, the one that caves in.”
“Uh yeah, have you touched those abs?” Sam snorted. It would take all she had to ignore the heated looks he threw her direction. “Don’t worry. I gave him a crystal clear message. I’m off the Jimmy buffet.”
“Really, Sam? Because the way you look at him tells a different story. It’s like ‘I’m here to eat all I can get.’”
Sameera rolled her eyes at Carrie. “He’s hot. Sometimes it takes a few for my body to get in tune with the warning signs my brain is sending. He’s intense. So fucking intense. Remembering what we were like sexually takes a toll. The night we were together during the funeral, is one that’s never gonna happen.”
“Good because Jimmy is such a whore and you don’t need that or the trouble it’d bring. He enjoys snagging random ass. We all know it,” Dominique reminded her.
She glanced at Carrie for support and her new friend nodded in agreement with her best friend.
“Okay. Let’s forget about the guys who came with us and go have a blast. I need a drink or four after this stimulating conversation.” Sameera tucked a wad of cash in her bikini top and flipped her hair. “Ready?” She didn’t wait for an answer, but left them to trail after her. No one needed to tell her how much of a man whore Jimmy was, she knew first hand from all the articles in rag magazines.
Music blared out of the speaker system. Sameera linked her hand with Cat, who linked her hand with Carrie, who linked up to Dom making a conga line to the bar. On the way, a short girl stopped them with florescent shots of vodka in varied colors. “I’ll grab the two rounds of shots, and drinks at the bar.” She pulled out her cash and paid the girl for eight shots.
“To getting blitzed.” Catalina raised her glass in the air. The girls chinked plastic glasses and downed their drinks, then tossed the empties on the section of the shot girl’s tray.
“Damn.” Dominique nudged Sameera. “Look at the group of males with the tribal art all over their bodies. I would lick that paint off inch by inch.”
“Girl. You need to get laid. Your b.o.b. not doing it for you?” Catalina teased. “Those guys are hot enough to get the job done.”
“Thanks, ladies. Make the one taken woman feel hella uncomfortable. I know Shea is around her somewhere, probably looking for me,” Carrie groused, looking around for their group of males. “Oh, Sam. Jacob, our resident security, is still looking at you and heading our way.”
“He is fine as hell. Go get some of that girl,” Catalina prodded her.
“Um. Okay. I’ll meet you ladies at the bar. Grab me a double drink.”
“Hey, beautiful,” Jacob whispered in her ear. “I see you and your girls are getting settled in. Come dance with me.” He slipped his arm around her and led her to the middle of the floor.
“Aren’t you working?” Sameera lifted on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear.
The ripped male chuckled.
“Yeah, no worries. I have coverage.” He led her hand to his other ear. Sameera felt his ear-piece and cord leading down to his waist where a box was clipped.
“Hmm, secret service like, very sexy.” She swayed to the fast beat of the music, bumping her body against his, letting her fingers travel every inch of his shirt. Jacob lifted her around his waist, carrying her to the back of the room. Sameera sighed as his thick bulge bumped against her pussy with each step. When his hands wound in her hair and he devoured her mouth with a sinful kiss, she didn’t shy off. She dove in, like a woman starved for sexual release.
“Damn beautiful, you taste fucking good.” Jacob broke off the kiss, touching his ear-piece. Sameera sighed and licked her lips. “I…uh, should get back to my friends.”
“Yes. That’s a good idea. Get the fuck back to your friends.”
Shit
. Sam didn’t need to look behind her to know Jimmy found her. Now the question was how to extricate herself from this potential smackdown delicately? Biting her lip, she twisted around at the waist, placing a hand on Jimmy's chest and her other on Jacob’s. “Boys. No need for this to get violent.”
“You have about two seconds to climb the fuck off him and take my hand,” Jimmy growled the words in her ear. Sam sighed and gave an apologetic smile to Jacob. The promise of retribution in Jimmy’s voice both scared and stimulated her libido. He growled reminding her to slide down. She did, and earned a heated look from Jacob whose hand gripped her hip.
“Unless this asshole has some prior claim on you, I can kick him out,” Jacob said.
“This is family business. Go do your job, you’re not fucking her ever. She’s not some goddamn whore to fuck in a club against the wall.”
“Really, Jimmy? I mean didn’t you fuck me just like I was nothing but a whore?” Sameera broke free of the testosterone brawl about to take place and stalked away, leaving the men to have their pissing contest without her. She found her girls at the bar chatting it up with the guys.
“Hey.”
“Have fun?” Catalina slid a drink over to her. “You look like you need this more than I do.”
Sameera accepted gladly. The cool liquor eased her ire. She leaned her back against the bar relishing the sudden numbness. Even in the black lit room, she could make out Jimmy’s swagger as he made his way over to them. She turned to face the bar. “Can I have a double please?”
A pulsating song drew her attention to the floor. She grabbed her drink. “Let’s go dance, ladies.”
Jimmy spun her around to face him. He lifted the drink out of her hand and drained it, then tossed it on the floor. His close proximity forced her to step away from him, her back hit the bar’s edge. In the dark, she knew his intense gaze traveled over her body. He tapped the bar for a drink and bent toward her, his lips grazed the shell of her ear, causing her to shiver.
“I don’t like his hands imprinted on your ass, Sam.” He nipped her lobe, then sucked on the curve of her neck. “Not one bit.” Jimmy breathed against her skin. The bartender dropped off two drinks. He dug in his pocket, grabbed cash and reached over her to toss the big bill on the bar.
“I’m not your concern, J.J.” She resorted back to his childhood nickname.
Jimmy reached for the drinks, handed one to her and took the other before heading to the dance floor.
“Remember the pact. Not on the Jimmy buffet,” Dominique razzed her. Sam downed her drink, her gaze never leaving the dance floor. Watching her complication tear it up turned her on. She loved a man who could dance.
“Boy’s got moves.” Midian put a hand around her shoulder. “I hope you know what you’re doing. We’re going to be locked up tight on a bus with all that tension right there. Ya’ll could ignite a forest fire with that shit. Sister, I’m telling you…I don’t want to be in the middle.”
“Don’t worry. You won’t be. Let’s go dance, girls.” Sameera ignored her band mate, and headed to the dance floor. A sensual pulsating beat wrapped around her. She looked to her girls and grinned. They knew the score. If the boys got a kick out her dancing that was okay, but if they made a big deal out of she’d rip into them something fierce. They took over the center of the floor. They began with a series of percussive moves to the staccato of each pounding beat. She dropped her hips and raised her hands, swaying them in time with her body.
Catalina and Dominique mirrored her actions while Carrie stood watching them. Aside from music, she loved belly dancing, the one remaining part of her heritage she remembered as a child. The three slid across the floor, their flowing, sinuous movements an interpretation of the lyrics and melody. She wondered what Jimmy thought, standing to the side with the others. Sameera broke into shimmies and isolated muscle articulates. The vibrating of her body creating depth of textured movements. The pulsating beat slowed and the girls followed suit, rocking and tilting their hips as they moved around one another. The body paint on them showed the crowd their dance. As the song tapered off a fast beat rave song picked up. They left the center of the floor to whistles and catcalls.
The shot girl passed by again and the girls bought a few rounds.
“That was amazing. I think Jimmy came on himself.” Carrie laughed.
“Eww.” Sam took the shots and handed them around. “To dance.” The girls drained their shots. “Let’s go to the bar and have some real drinks and chat.” Sam wanted to pick a spot at the bar and watch Midian, Vin, Major, Shea and Jimmy dance. Who said rock stars couldn’t move.
A group of guys came to the bar. Sam smiled politely, but brushed them off. She sipped her drink and ordered another.
“I’m going to go dance with my man. Feel free to join us, ladies.” Carrie took her drink to the floor and plastered herself to Shea.
“I’ll get down with Midian.” Dominique licked her lips. “That cuppa is my tall kinda drink of man.”
“Is the rule we can’t fuck your band mates still in effect?” Catalina asked.
“Fuck, I don’t care. Go for it.” Sam slid off the bar stool with Catalina. She watched her friend sandwich herself between Major and Vin. Jimmy looped arm around her waist, drawing her into his arms. They didn’t speak a word. Sam tossed her hair over her shoulder, moving to the music. Years of watching him dance played off, she anticipated how his body would move, and she’d follow. Sweat covered his skin and she wanted to lick the moisture off him inch by inch. She fooled herself into believing they could be friends. Friends didn’t want the things she fantasized about. With a groan, she moved out of his arms, needing to cool off and get the impression of his solid cock coming into contact with her ass out of her head.
Sweat dripped from her brow. She swiped the moisture away with the back of her hand while moving toward the bar. “Can I get a drink?”
“Make that two.” Jimmy spoke behind her.
“Cock blocker,” Sam muttered under her breath and plucked a napkin from the bar to wipe down the back of her neck.