The Glamorous Life by Nikki Turner Page B

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 theworld-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