Jeané Sashi The J Spot
The J Spot
Jeané Sashi
This book is dedicated to all the men and women bartenders. Continue mixing those drinks.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, or persons, living or deceased is purely coincidental.
Edited by Jeané Elliott Bennett
Book Cover Design by James Lee
Published by DonJea Publishing
Book Production by Jeané Elliott Bennett
Copyright © 2012 Jeané Sashi
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced by any mechanical, photographic, or electronic process, or in the form of a phonographic recording; nor may it be stored in a retrieval system, transmitted or otherwise copied for public or private use without prior written permission of the author or publisher.
DonJea Publishing
ISBN-10: 1461177596
ISBN-13:
978-1461177593
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Acknowledgment
Thank you to N.G.J., you gave me some of my inspiration for this book that meshed with my imagination. Our conversations have been fun. Keep the conversations and the laughter flowing, that’s my inspiration. You’re awesome and I love you.
Much Love,
Jeané Sashi
Introduction
For months now she had been coming to this bar sitting by herself and watching the tall muscular bartender. As she sat on her usual stool and watched him, she would often think about what it would be like to have sex with him. Yes, have sex with him, for she knew that she would never be happy for life with a man like that. She just wanted him to do her wild and hard. Usually on her trip to this bar she would only drink coke. But tonight she was drinking Jack and Coke. For it had been a week straight from hell. And the old rule of, “if it can go wrong, it will”, definitely applied. So throwing back her third or was it her fourth? “Ahh, who the hell cares,” she thought.
She leaned forward and placed her glass on the edge of the bar so he would see it was time to refill her glass. As he approached her, he smiled broadly and she could feel his eyes taking her in. Indeed his eyes scanned her low cut blue top with her cleavage classily displayed. Her long flowing dark brown hair with golden highlights seemed to shimmer under the pale lights. And her soft hazel brown eyes sparkled. Just looking at her sitting there smiling at him made his manhood swell.
“So, you’re really putting them away tonight,” he
commented with a smile. “Care to talk about it? Everyone knows bartenders are also psychologist in a former life.”
Slowly, she licked her lips and with the liquid courage of the Jack Daniels pulsing through her veins, she leaned forward pressing her breast higher with the help of her arms and the edge of the bar; giving him even more of a view. And with a soft smile and a sweet whisper, she replied, “No, I don’t care to talk about it. However, I’d love to have you fuck me until I can’t remember what I was upset about.”
Giggling at the shocked, yet intrigued look on his face, she dipped her finger in her glass and slowly and seductively licked it clean. “So what do you say? You up to helping a damsel in distress?” Smiling and shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he leaned over the bar and kissed her passionately, letting his fingertips brush lightly over her nipples. They were hard now and pressing against the soft silk material of her top. His lips leaving hers, he looks into her eyes and answers, “Well my dear, I will help you, what man would resist an offer like this? But, it has to be done my way. You do as you’re told, no arguments and no questions. As I assure you…you’ll have a time you’ll never forget.”
With a wicked smile, he asks, “so you up for it? Brave enough to dare go where you have never been?” Taking a single ice cube from her glass and running it between her breast before licking it.
She looks him dead in the eyes and whispers, “You lead, I’ll follow.”
“Now you understand the game…come, his hissed reply.”
Coming around the bar and taking her hand, leading her to a table in the corner, he whispers in her ear as they make their way through the crowd, “Now tell me, have you ever sucked a dick in public?”
Her heart began to race and her mind screamed run…run away, but the dampness in her panties made her stay and follow him. Reaching the table he sat down and motioned for her to get on her hands and knees. Doing so she looked up to him for guidance wondering what in the world she was going to have to do.
Her answer was quick in coming. He takes her face in his hands and kisses her once more, then directs her to get under the table. Once she had managed to get fully under the small table, she immediately sees his dick is already free from his pants and he’s stroking it.
With a snarled growl, he commands her, “Start sucking.”
Not wanting to lose the chance to screw this gorgeous creature, she does as she’s told.
She begins licking up and down his shaft slowly. Flicking her tongue over his balls and then running it up to the tip. Moving her tongue in small circular motions around the head. A quick tug in her hair lets her know he’s not in the mood to be teased. So she sucks the swollen bulbous head of his shaft into her warm mouth and licks the precum oozing forth. Then in a quick downward motion, she has his full length deep in her throat.
Holding still for a brief moment, letting him feel her throat muscles contract on his shaft, then moving her tightly pressed lips up and down his dick. Her tiny fingers moving in a swirling motion following her lips. Her tongue flicking frantically all over every hard inch as it thrust into her mouth. Her heart is beating so fast she can hardly breathe.
The very idea of being under a table in a crowded bar sucking this awesome dick is enough in itself to make her pussy drip. Then she hears him moan and growl, “That’s it you horny little girl, suck that fucking dick, show me what a good little dick sucker you are.”
His words were both shocking and arousing to make her want him to cum. She presses her lips even tighter around his throbbing shaft and uses her tongue to trace and tease every vein and wrinkle as she pumps his dick in and out of her hungry mouth and down her tight wanting throat.
She can tell he’s now enjoying her mouth around his dick as his hips are now thrusting forward to meet her lips. His soft moans drive her on. In her free hand, she takes his balls and begins to gently roll them. To her surprise, his hand covers hers and he squeezes her fingers tight. Making her clamp her hand down tightly on his heavy balls. “Like that baby, do it right or I’ll make you pay,” he growls.
Fully understanding now what he wants, she decides she’ll give him just what he’s looking for. She squeeze his balls as tightly as her strength will allow and tugs them hard, out and away from his body. The hand on his dick begins to tug harder as well…pumping his shaft without mercy.
With a wicked thought, she lets her teeth graze along his entire length. His deep inhale and loud moan tells her now she is doing what he truly wants. Suddenly his hands are wrapped in her long hair and his hips are bucking wildly out of the chair. She uses all the force she can muster to slam his ass back down against the chair using nothing but her hot mouth on his pulsating dick. His body stiffens and she prepares for what she knows will be a massive load.
She slams her mouth down fast and hard. His pubic hairs tickling her nose, she holds his dick deep in her throat and sucks it. In mere seconds, her mouth is filled with hot sticky wetness. His draining hard pole spews blast after powerful blast into her open throat. Swallowing as fast as she can, not wanting to waste a drop of this hard earned reward, her tongue works with her lips to continue milking him.
Once his body relaxes and she’s sure he’s spent, she slowly licks him clean and places a small kiss on the head of his now, dry rod.
Sliding from under the table, she is rewarded yet again with a long deep passionate kiss and a smile. “Very good baby, you passed your first test with flying colors. Now, are you ready to go a step further?” Her mind was a blur with thoughts of ;what could be worse than what she just did?’ Little did she know that tonight her every limits would be tested.
Leading her back over to the bar, he towered over her by at least a foot, she was in awe of his mere presence. And in a quiet panic as to what she’d gotten herself into.
He helped her slip back onto the stool she had originally chosen to watch him from at the beginning of the night. Her blood raced through her veins so fast, she could literally feel it move through her body. Then his words rattled her to her very core.
“Now, my sweet I shall taste that sweet little pussy of yours.” And without any further discussion he was between her legs on his knees. His nose nuzzling the wet spot on her panties. Making her quiver with both excitement and fear. “What if someone noticed? What if they were watching them right now?’
But, as his tongue slide along the wet silk of her panties she no longer cared. Let them all watch, she didn’t give a damn. Right now her entire world revolved around wanting his tongue on her clit. Wanting it inside her very hot wet pussy.
Soon all her wishes were answered. He roughly yanked on her panties effectively tearing them from her body. Goosebumps raised all over her as she watched him bring them to his nose and inhale deeply. Then tossing them to the side, he quickly set to work on her dripping slit. His tongue moving slowly and lazily up and down the entire length of her pussy, then moving over her hard clit. Making the juices inside her drip out and dampen the stool beneath her. His tongue seemed as if it were made of stone, it was so hard on her sensitive clit. Her body quaked as he pulled the hood back and fully exposed her big clit to the cool air and not to mention to that hot tongue of his.
Sucking her clit into his mouth, he began to grind it between his teeth. Her hands holding the edge of the bar so tightly, she was sure there would be nail marks in the wood. Her hips slide back making him suck even harder to keep her clit between his skilled lips. Then with a chuckle he release her clit and slid his tongue down along her swollen pussy lips, nibbling on them and letting his tongue slide between them to be able to taste the hot juices that had already begun to flow.
Her eyes slammed shut when she felt his tongue enter her, but as he pumped it in and out of her tight hole, she slowly opened her eyes and was in total horror to see that a man on the other side of the bar was grinning and looking at her. She was aware that she was shaking wildly and that she was sweating even though it was quite cool in the bar. What she had lost control of however were the loud whimpers he was extracting from her.
His tongue worked skillfully over her pussy, making it impossible for her to remain still. Her hips were thrusting forward and grinding against his face in a wild wanton way. Then when he took her throbbing clit between his fingers and pinched and twisted it as his tongue drilled into her sopping wet pussy, it was all she could take. Her head fell back and her eyes slammed shut. Nothing but guttural moans escaped her and she no longer cared who was watching. Was no longer able to care. Her orgasm racked her body to the deepest depths. She couldn’t remember ever cuming so hard before in her entire life.
She found it hard to stay on the stool as he forced his tongue even deeper into her tight pussy wanting every ounce of juice she was now freely producing. Finally to her relief, he licked her one last time and got to his feet. Kissing her so that she could taste herself still fresh on his tongue.
He went around behind the bar and made them both a drink, leaning on the bar from the opposite side, he looked into her eyes and smiled. “So, tell me pretty lady, are you enjoying your evening so far?” Still finding it hard to breathe, she simply smiled at him. He gave a deep warm chuckle and then kissed her again allowing her time to compose herself. As he watched her intently, he played with a wayward strand of hair before tucking it behind her ear. Wickedly smiling at her, he asks, “Just how far is the lovely lady willing to go?”
Not sure how much further he could or would push her, she smiled and nervously answered, “As far as I need to…to get what I want.”
“And just what might that be my lovely little nymph?” With a new gleam in her eye, she simply answered, “To have you fuck me as hard and rough as you can.”
“Ah so, I see the little lady wants to be my fuck toy. Hmmm, well, I find that most interesting. However, my shift is about over and I haven’t the time required to use you properly. You return here when you feel ready to push yourself beyond everything your mind can even conger up, and I will see to it you’re not disappointed.”
His words made her pussy convulse, but she knew that soon, she would return and push herself past the points she never thought she could.
Welcome to The J Spot.
*Warning: Hot sex in places one could never imagine, leaving the reader wanting more.*
Chapter One
The J Spot, a quaint New Orleans Jazz Bar right off Bourbon Street. On Friday and Saturday nights the nightlife brings in all the thirty and older crowd from the working middle class. The club used to be a place where you would see older men walk in, have a few drinks, get drunk, and not walk out alone. That’s right, they were picked up by a little honey and was taken to the nearest motel. Some received pleasure in the form of sex and some received pain in the form of a missing wallet. All that changed six months ago when the place was bought by a new owner, and changed the name. Now it’s more upscale. A place where people would want to come, relax, unwind and enjoy themselves before heading to their next destination. The place is more of a New Orleans Tapas Style Bar, and Nightclub.
Modest seating and contemporary tables with warm colors painted on the walls. The lighting is dim with hues of purple. The weekends consist of live music. Friday nights it’s Jazz and Saturday nights it’s Contempo Indie. The rest of the nights, the music is streamed by a computerized DJ, except Thursday nights which is Spoken Word night. Most of the Indie Poets come out on that night.
The bartender, Kevin Stokes, 34, 6’4”, 245 lbs. (give or take) muscular, polished attached goateé and moustaché with caramel hazel eyes that fit perfect with his milk chocolate skin., and bald head. He does indeed look like a snickers candy bar…minus the nuts. He is the epitomé of a bartender and a bouncer. He runs the place, he‘s the Manager. He too is not sure of who the owner of this place is, he just keeps it running to the letter of his job description, which is…mix drinks, tend the bar, don’t put your hands in the till and make sure the customers are happy. “A happy customer is a spending customer”, the company’s motto.
He looks after the customer very well, especially the female customers. Kevin does have a way with the ladies. One look into those caramel eyes and they melt. He couldn’t tell you how many pairs of panties he has in his office. Not that he’s had sex with a lot of women, it’s that the women find him so irrestibly handsome…single and married ones alike…that they leave him their panties with their business cards attached to them. Subetly is not some of these women strong suits. Get enough drinks in some of the them and they are liable to do and say anything.
Especially his latest encounter. Melanie Gray, 32, single, caramel skin, hazel brown eyes, long wavy hair. From the Bayou’s of Louisiana. She’s the Branch Manager of one of the local banks. Living alone has it’s perks but it also has it’s disadvantages. Like tonight, she’s had one of the worst days that anyone can have and going home to an empty house would have been added torture for her as she has no one at home to talk to. Deciding to stop in at her new favorite bar on this cool summer Friday evening proved to be rewarding for her and helped to get the stress of the day off her back.
Waking this morning started out to be a challenge for Melanie. Her alarm failed to go off; the iron was too hot for the beige print skirt she wanted to wear with her beige, pink and white blouse, forcing her to switch her outfit to wear a navy pantsuit in her moments of hurriedness and to top it off, she broke the heel on her navy Nine West pumps…all before she left her house. “Damn it, now I have to wear my new Ann Klein navy pumps. I haven’t even broken them in as of yet. I hope these shits don’t hurt my feet today.” stomping back out of her bedroom, barefoot with shoes in hand, “I have two meetings and I don’t want to be sitting in the meetings with my shoes off.” looking down at her feet, “at least I’m glad I had a pedicure done yesterday.” admiring the fresh raspberry nail polish on her freshly manicured less than twenty-four hour toes.
Melanie gets to the office and finds that she has so many fires to put out. Two tellers called out sick, “I bet they’re sick. There’s a hip hop concert going on tonight. I can just bet they’re shopping in the mall.” telling herself after reading the messages left on her desk by her assistant Valarie. And if that’s not the icing on the cake, one of her meetings has been moved up and it’s in ten minutes.
“Good Morning, Melanie,” Valarie addressing her by her first name; they’re informal in the bank. “The Directors are upstairs in the board room. The meeting should start in five minutes.
“Thanks Valarie. Do they know I’m here yet?” Melanie looking around her desk for her notes folder. “And where is my notes folder?”
“Yes, they know you’re here and your folder is at your seat in the board room.” answering Valarie. “You’d better get running upstairs.”
“Oh good, Lord, thank you.” Melanie thinking “run in these shoes…never…fast walk…yes!”
All in all she had a day from hell and wanted to stop and have some eye candy while having a drink or maybe two. Little did she know the candy she was going to get was not just for her eyes., smiling about her audience. She didn’t mind going home that evening to an empty house. She was surprised, pleased and satisfied for now.
***
Back at the bar, Issac Daniels, standing at 6’2” approximately 225 in weight, muscular with chestnut brown eyes and a brown low cut fade, is the other bartender that Melanie had seen in her blur of passion with Kevin, is cleaning the counter top of bar with a smile on his face when he decides to ask what he thought is the Million Dollar question. “Hey Kevin man, how do you do it?” looking at him while stacking the doilie coasters.
“Do what man? What are you talking about?” answering while counting the liquor inventory at the bar.
“Have the women eating out of your hands and other places for that matter.” both men laugh at Issacs choice of words.
“Man, I don’t do anything special that they don’t want me to do. They can say stop or no, but they don’t. So they are ready, willing and able.” still counting the liquor bottles, not missing a beat.
Issac stopping his straightening of the bar and looks at Kevin, “Like ol’ girl on the barstool tonight, she’s been coming here for months and tonight it was like she was in a trance when she looked at you. She was outside of herself. She had never been that bold before…in here at least.”
Kevin, laughing, “I know bruh. She was off the hook and all I did was ask her if ‘she cared to talk about it?’ She was putting’em away tonight and she took it from there and I obliged her. She surprised me too…she took my dare.”
“That’s what I mean man, they’re in a trance.” Issac laughing again. Kevin doesn’t think he does anything special, nothing different from any other man, the women just want what they want. “Kev, have you ever thought that you might get caught by the owners if they ever walked up in here?”
“Naw man, I only talk to the representative for the new owners once every two weeks. Their office is out West somewhere. They’re too busy to come to ‘Nawlins, as ya’ll say.”
“What prompted you to come to ‘Nawlins from Chi-town anyway?”
“Just a change of scenery, my man. Change is good, sometimes and so far this change has been good.” Kevin turned around from his counting and looks into a busty cleavage.
“Hi, can I get a refill on my beer?” asking the buxom female with the straight shoulder length bob hair cut with the color matching her black eyes and dark skin, holding onto her glass.
“You sure can. Tap or draft?” replying and asking Kevin, with that bartenders grin.
“MGD Lite please.” res ponding the female, not taking her eyes off Kevin and licking her lips.
“Coming right up.” Kevin stepping slightly to his left to the beer on tap.
“That’s not all I’d like to see come right up.” she whispers to herself.
Kevin approaches her with her beer and asks, “Did you say something?”
She responds, “No, just thinking out loud.” sashaying away with her hips moving side to side. If they move any harder, she’s going to need a new hip and her drink in her hand.
“That’s what I’m talking about Kev man, she couldn’t take her eyes off you. She has breast that would make a baby cry for milk…all…day…long.”
“Damn” in unisom with Kevin.
“Baby girl definitely does have it going on, doesn’t she? But, I saw the rock on her finger. I do draw my lines, man. I don’t care how unhappy they are at home, not gonna touch’em. Not even flirt with them. Don’t want someone’s husband in my face.”
“I heard that man, it’s not worth it.”
Kevin remembered the last time he got caught up with someone’s wife, the incident landed him in jail from a period of time. He and the woman were in a hotel room not a motel room, a knock came to the door, she answered it thinking it was room service and it was her husband. He jumped on Kevin and Kevin beat the man unconscious. Charges were filed for assault and attempted murder which could have left him in prison for twenty-five years. He had a damn good attorney that got him off and when he was acquitted of all charges, he chose to leave Chi-town for a new start. If he had a PD, a Public Defender, he would have caught the case. He was thankful for the sharp shooter he had. That’s when he vowed to never again mess with another married woman. Not even one that’s separated, has a boyfriend, or even a B.U.D.D.Y. and friends with benefits, that shit is not ever happening.
Chapter Two
“This weekend went by fast. Do I remember doing anything?” Melanie asking herself over her Caramel Mochaitto at Starbucks on this Sunday morning. “Oh yeah, Friday night, I was sent to heaven, or damn near heaven by that bartender at The J Spot. I still can’t believe I did that. Oh well, no regrets.” taking a sip of her hot coffee. “And I can’t believe he challenged me again. Right after the first challenge. He is bold.” laughing to herself.
“Good morning. How are you lovely lady?” Issac looking down at Melanie and smiling.
Melanie looks up with a surprised and shocked look on her face, and the sun in her eyes. “Hello, how are you? I’m surprised to see you?” shielding the sun from her eyes with her hand over her Chanel sunglasses.
“I see that.” responds Issac. “I won’t keep you. Just thought I’d say hi. By the way, how was your head Saturday morning? I hope not too bad. You tied one on Friday night.” looking at her with a sideways grin.
“My head was okay. I did have a slight headache and a mild hangover the next morning but, for the most part, I was okay.” remembering what actually took place Friday night. “I hope he doesn’t think I’m a slut and that I go to bars doing what I did.” feeling embarrassed.
Issac says his good-byes with his Green Tea Cappuccino in his hand and leaves. Not once did he turn around and look back at Melanie, just smiled to himself. “That lady felt the sting of Kevin. Her eyes told the story. Kevin is something else.”
Melanie still seated outside Starbucks looking at Issac as he walked away thinking to herself “I don’t know his name or even the other bartenders name for that matter. They’re both cute though. I wonder what he was thinking when he walked away?”
Melanie heads back home to her domain. She’s fond of her three bedroom two bath, tow car garage house, with it’s nicely manicured lawn and landscaping. She worked hard to get it and she’s working even harder to keep it.
When the ‘For Sale’ sign went up at The J Spot she had hopes that she would be the new owner. She was going to call it ‘Mel’s Place’, but unfortunately she got beat out by some company out West and they named it it’s current name. No one knows what the “J” stands for. The owners have not come out here, they’ve sent contractors to remodel the place and made it look the way it does. It is a nice place. “I would have never thought of a Tapas Bar. I was just going to leave it as it was, a home town bar. But it looks like the owners out West knew better. I’ll just have to find another business or bar for that matter.” Thinking about all of this on her drive home from Starbucks, which is about ten minutes. “I should have walked and saved my gas. I can be such a lazy ass sometimes.”
Pulling up to her house, she see’s someone sitting on her front porch. As she pulls into her driveway, she see’s her sister Mina and then notices that Mina has suitcases with her. “Oh hell, no! What happened now?” the words falling out of her mouth out loud.
“Mina, what’s going on? What’s with the suitcases? Where are you going?” knowing all too well what the answers are to her questions. Mina and her boyfriend had a fight…again. It seems like every twenty-eight days this shit happens. “I’ll be glad when they make up their minds as to what they’re going to do with each other.”
“Melanie, me and Charles had a fight…again.” Melanie rolling her eyes. “And this time I’ve left him…for good.” Mina looking like she could bite somebody.
“Mina, you say this once a month and within two days both of ya’ll are back lovey-dovey again.”
“Not this time. I saw him flirting with one of the servers at that new bar, the one on the end of Bourbon Street. What’s it called?” snapping her fingers trying to remember the name.
“The J Spot?” answering Melanie with a question, trying to help her sister with her memory.
“Yeah, The J Spot, that’s it. Have you been there yet? It’s been open for a little while. I hear it’s nice inside, a whole lot better than it was before.”
“I’ve been there, it’s nice.” Melanie remembering Friday night. “Get your things Mina, let’s go in the house.” looking at Mina’s luggage making a mental note to buy her sister new luggage for her next birthday present.
“You gonna help me with these?” Mina struggling with her broke down luggage.
“Nope. It’s all on you.” Melanie answered walking away.
“Mel, what am I going to do about me and Charles?”
“Look, you have to figure it out on your own. You guys have been going round and round for over a year. Plus, how do you know the female works at that new spot if you haven’t been there yet?
“I was driving by and saw him and her in the parking lot. She had on the uniform I guess they wear there. He was all in her space and in her face. She wasn’t pushing him away either. I saw him give her his phone number. He had the nerve to get some business cards printed with his phone number on them. He calls them his calling card. Says they’re for business. What kind of business he has is beyond me.”
Mina dropping her bags and plopping down on the couch sighing, “I’m done with Charles. How about we go to that place tonight and listen to some music, have a few drinks and a lite dinner? I hear the food and the music there is nice. Please! I’ve never been there. Plus, I hear the bartenders are fine as hell!”
“Seems you’ve heard a lot about that place and haven’t even been there. Why is that? You normally hit the new places before I do.”
“Have no one to go with, all my girls are still going to the kiddie clubs. I want something different and grown up. I can get in there now, thirty and over, right?”
“Yep, it is. You mean none of your girls wanna go check out the eye candy in there?”
“They’re still chasing after bad boys. I’m done with them. I’m setting my sights on a better quality of men.”
“Well, you will definitely get that there. It’s more upscale, has a lot of class and the quality of people are professionals.”
“Okay, can we go tonight?”
Just when Melanie thought she was going to veg out tonight and do nothing, here’s Mina begging her to go with her to the one place she didn’t want to see for a while. Not that she didn’t like the place, it’s just the bartenders sexiness unnerved her. Could she go back into the bar without wanting the bartender? Could she actually look him in the face, let alone those caramel eyes? They don’t have to sit at the bar, they can get a table and let someone else wait on them. Listen to the sounds of the DJ and block the bartender from her sight and her mind.
“Alright, alright, stop bugging me, we can go but none of that ghetto bullshit you pull with your girls. There’s a better class of men there.”
“That’s cool. I’m looking for a better class, anyway. None of the rift-raft I’ve been coming across and someone better than Charles. Out with the old, in with the new.” waving her hand.
Mina Gray, Melanie’s younger sister by two years. A Dental Hygienist by profession. She’s in a relationship that’s not going anywhere, although the relationship is a little over a year old, she’s caught Charles cheating several times and has forgiven him each time only for him to cheat again. Plus, he can’t seem to keep a job. Always saying he’s bored with it or gets fired after a few weeks because he can’t keep his mouth shut. Nonetheless, Mina has allowed him to live with her. She’s a pretty lady with hazel brown eyes and caramel skin like her sister with the same petite frame. The only difference is, Mina cut her hair short. The question of the day is ‘why did she leave her apartment? She should have put him out.’
“I’m going to take a nap. Wake me in a few hours so we can get ready for tonight.” commanding Melanie as she’s walking to her bedroom.
“Okay, that gives me time to do my hair and figure out what outfit I’m going to wear. I gotta be cute tonight.” Mina smiling and carrying her bags into the guest bedroom.
Chapter Three
“What’s up Kev, man?” Issac walking into the bar to get ready for the evening opening. Kevin’s on the phone gesturing with his right had to say the person on the other end of the phone is talking too much. He’s talking to the representative from the Corporate Office. The young lady is giving him some new directives for the bar. Having some one tell him what to do is not one of his strong suits. He considers himself the aggressor in all things. “Yes, I’ve received the new menus and have passed them on to the Chef. We see there’s going to be a new menu each week starting on Sunday, ending on Saturday…that’s great.” rolling his eyes to the ceiling. “Change is good. Especially being in food, that breaks having the same foods over and over again.” he states to the rep. “The Chef will have all things a go for tonight. As usual, the place should be packed.” With that ‘good’ resonates from the other end of the line along with ‘good-bye’ and ‘have a nice evening.’ Kevin hangs up.
“You okay Kev, man?” inquiring Issac.
“Yeah, man, I’m okay. Just some menu changes for the Chef. The Corporate Office doesn’t call often and when they do it’s normally something big. The menu change is going to be good. There use to be a time when I couldn’t stand change…talking about growing up a lot.”
“I know what you mean man, life will do that to you whether you want to or not. So, we gonna have a good night tonight? Ready for the ladies?” asking while coming around the bar.
“Yeah, tonight should be real nice. It’s Sunday, people want to unwind before going back to work tomorrow. And about the ladies, as usual, you know they’ll be dressed to impress with sexiness pouring out of their clothes…flirting with half the me in here. It’s not a meat fest or watering hold but, the class of people is just that…classy.” Still looking at the phone and wondering about the owners, his bosses.
“The DJ is getting kicked into gear. If he plays what he’s practicing now, there are going to be some couples formed tonight. A lot of people won’t be going home alone this evening. And whatever that is coming out the kitchen smells good.” Issac sniffing in the air.
“That’s the new menu change for the patrons and the DJ said he wants to try something new. He wants to see how it’s going to go over with this crowd.” checking his cell phone that just vibrated on his hip. Looking at the phone number on the caller i.d. he chooses to ignore the call. The call is from a female he met the day he left Chicago and arrived in New Orleans. He did her the service of obliging her for an evening, now he can’t seem to get rid of her. Just because she paid for his services and purchased a few new things for him, she thinks she owns him.
When Kevin first arrived in New Orleans, he didn’t have a pot to piss in, nor a window to through it out of. All he had was the one hundred twenty dollars he was given when he walked out of the County Jail in Chicago. His attorney was nice enough to pay his airfare out of the Windy City; giving him a new start. Kevin stated he wanted to go some place where no one knew him so he could have a fresh start, hence the move to New Orleans.
“Hey Issac, have you ever been out of ‘Nawlins?’ Traveled to other places?”
“Naw, man. Just been planted right here in ‘Nawlins. I’ve wanted to go out West, to Cali, to do some sightseeing but the funds hadn’t been there. But, now that I have this gig and making some good money, I can take the trip when I get vacation. Why you ask?”
“Just asking. No particular reason. Travel is good, I think.”
The time flies to the evening. Melanie and Mina are both up deciding what they’re going to wear tonight to the club.
Mina yelling from the spare bedroom, “Mel, is this dress too short and the color too loud?” I don’t want to look like I just stepped off the boulevard.” laughing at her statement. Or maybe I should wear pants, leave something to the imagination.”
“What in the hell do you have on that you have to question it so hard? If you look like a damn hooker we’re staying here.” Melanie yelling from her bedroom. Knowing all to well she’s only going because her sister wants to go. She’d rather stay at home with a book she has on her Nook that she’s been dying to read by a new author name Jeané Sashi; she loves the title ‘Intimate Moments’; the cover caught her eye; than run the gamut of facing Kevin. Recalling Friday evening again.
When Melanie enters her guest bedroom and sees the dress Mina has on, her mouth flies open. “Are you kidding me? You look like cotton candy on a caramel stick. And where did you get those shoes? Looks like you went shopping in a sex shop. Find something else to wear. The green pinstripe pantsuit you have would look nice with a pink blouse and pink shoes. That has more class to it. Plus, it would look better for where we’re going.”