Fitness 4Play: One Night Stand (Novel 1) (5 page)

"Business plan? Niche? I didn't know I was in
business class again." Greg and I took a business course together
at University of Memphis. My attention span should of been with the
teacher instead of a sexy half black/half Puerto Rican girl who
always sat in front of the class.

"Dab? C'mon mane. If you're starting a
business, you got to get a plan in order. Without a plan, you don't
have a business, you have a wish." Greg words hit me profoundly.
Leave it up to him to make me sit back and think. This is why he is
my best friend. He challenges me to be greater than I currently am.
He is a thinker while I'm a doer. His insight seems to always make
me step my game up.

"You're right G. I wasn't thinking that far.
I just wanted to start a gym period," I stated while pondering what
my niche will be.

"Yeah, I know. You were always a go-getter
and that's a great quality. It's time to be specific about what you
are trying to get. Small businesses are failing every day. I don't
want yours to be one of them."

"True. Well I definitely thank you G for the
enlightenment. You always know how to open my eyes about ideas I be
having or things I'm going through."

"You're welcome. We're boys, so don't ever
hesitate to ask or tell me anything. Anyway, I'm about to get in
the shower and get ready to go to the movies with my wife." He
begins getting up indicating it was time to leave. I needed to go
run some errands today anyway.

"Cool. Well I hope you both have a smooth
time. Be easy on the popcorn. I think I see a gut forming." I began
looking at his stomach.

"Nah. This ain't no gut. My shirt is just
extra big." We both laugh.

"If you say so. Anyway, thanks again for the
conversation."

"No problem Dab." We exchanged fist bumps and
I exited Greg's house.

Walking back to my car, I evoke our
conversation. I need to get a business plan and niche for my
potential personal training business. I don't want to be a carbon
copy of all these other gyms around here. It's time to sit down and
construct a business plan. However, it is difficult to sit back and
think with the lifestyle I live. It would be easier if I had 1
woman instead of several women swirling around me. By dating one
woman, I can focus more on my potential business. I got plenty of
planning ahead of me to do. First, I got to get my priorities
straight. Thanks for the enlightenment Greg.

(Maxwell "Ascension" playing in
the background)

Weeks after our "classic" sexual encounter,
Lucy and I hook up for a date. I decided to take her to this urban
poetry recital where I perform poetry on occasion in midtown
Memphis. Poetry was a way for me to release my inner self. To bare
my soul to issues that bothered me, intrigued me and downright
pissed me off. Regardless of the poetic theme, I express myself in
a manner where people can comprehend me. Tonight was one of those
nights I had an intriguing subject matter to get off my chest.

"I see someone is dressed for the occasion,"
I uttered to Lucy with a sly grin. Licking my lips in awe of how
beauteous she appears.

My eyes inspect Lucy body like a cavity
search. Her black, natural curly cascaded to her shoulders. She had
on a black silk dress in which revealed her well-toned back. Her
black heels with gold-plated straps complimented her gold bangles.
A sweet, sugary fragrance emits from Lucy's skin pores. Whatever
the fragrance was, it made me want to savor her sweetness.

"Thank you, sir. You know I can't come out
the house half-stepping. You're quite dapper yourself," she said
while flashing her gorgeous 1000-watt smile.

I was wearing a black long-sleeved button
down shirt with straight leg dark blue denim jeans with black penny
loafers. The way Lucy dressed made me reevaluate my attire. I want
to sprint home and get 'suited & booted.'

"Aw, this old thing I got on? I look alright.
If I knew you would wear this, I would worn a suit."

"No. You look decent and dressed right for
the occasion. Don't mind me. Sometimes, I like to dress up a little
bit." She grabbed my hand and begins twirling around so I can
analyze her bodily dimensions.

Our dialogue is infectious. It flows
effortlessly. It's rare I meet a woman who is as witty as me.
Lucy's vibe and energy is infectious. She is girlfriend material.
Nonetheless, further research needs to be conducted. Physical
attractiveness, a wonderful personality and superb sex can only
take her so far. We need to spend quality time together. I don't
see how some people can get in a relationship or even get married a
few months upon meeting each other. I evaluate a woman like pro
football scouts do college football players for the NFL Draft. I
can't draft any woman to my team; especially, if she desires to be
the only player.

We enter the venue and took a seat in a
corner table a few feet from the poetry stage. The ambiance was
smooth and mellow. Dim lights set the mood along with smooth jazz
tunes. The crowd was a mix of people; the majority is black, along
with a few Caucasians, Asians and Hispanics. The age range had to
be between 25-40 years old.

A hostess came over to greet us. I ordered us
a pair of Long Island Ice Teas. Lucy's light brown eyes gleam with
delight. "So Mr. Poetry Man, are you going to be reciting any
poetry tonight?" She put her soft, manicured hand on top of
mine.

I reciprocated her enchanted stare. "Well Ms.
Pink Dress, that's something you're gonna have to wait to find
out."

"Ugh. I'm still Ms. Pink Dress even though
I'm wearing a black dress tonight?" Lucy crosses her arms in a
playful manner.

"Yes, you are. You will always be Ms. Pink
Dress to me." I said while pinching her cheeks akin to what a
mother would to do her small child. Her brown eyes widen as she
giggle at my silly jester.

"If you say so."

I gaze lustfully in her eyes. "I know
so."

She smiles shyly. "Don't start Devin."

"What on earth are you talking about?" I ask
sarcastically.

"You know what I mean. Giving me those
bedroom eyes."

Women I dated in the past made comments about
me making "bedrooms eyes." I always think, "Duh! I want to get you
in the bedroom." I'm a straightforward man but I relish letting a
woman through body language that I want to fuck her as well.

I sit back in my chair with a sly grin. My
eyes fixated on her with unequivocal sexual intention. "Uh huh.
Well you better get your mind out of the gutter Ms. Jackson. You
know we are at a public venue."

She begins laughing sarcastically. "My mind
in the gutter??? No sir. You are the one who likes taking advantage
of old ladies and taking them home to have sex."

"Yeah. Especially when they desire to be
taken advantage of," I uttered in a smooth, low tone. I sneak my
right hand under the table and start rubbing her left knee. Lucy's
face had euphoria written all over it. I slowly made my way
in-between her legs and began rubbing her inner thigh. Her eyes
shut in anticipation of my next move. (I remembered Lucy's inner
thigh is her sweet spot. Every woman got a sweet spot. Anyway, I
began making my way towards her groin and massaged her pussy
through her panties. Wetness seeps through her panties. Lucy
resists the urge to moan; yet her body trembles. As pleasure
heightens, I take my hand from under her dress. I recline in my
seat with a devious smile. She opens her eyes in astonishment.

"You tease!"

I began looking around as if she was
referring to someone else. "Tease? Who me? I have no earthly idea
what you're talking about." I said while maintaining my devious
smile. She kicks my leg underneath the table.

One thing I learned through the years is most
women love to be teased in a playful way. The reason being is they
are so use to guys throwing themselves on them. Online or
in-person, attractive women like Lucy get hit-on daily. A lot of
these guys around here exemplify the word "thirsty." I was once
thirsty too.

My freshman year in college, I went against
Uncle Teddy's teachings. I played the gentleman role thinking it
would get girls to sleep with me. I was wrong. All the assholes,
jerks and jocks got all the female play. I had to learn through
trial and error that giving a 1001 compliments and bringing flowers
on the 1st date won't evoke sexual attraction. One guy I befriended
my freshman year helped me realize this. It is one thing getting
some game from my uncle. But when it comes from a dude the same age
as I was, it registered with me. The main thing I learned from him
is when attractive females encounter a man who does not bow down to
them; most of them will be intrigued. In addition, he showed me
that attractive women love being teased playfully. I've always had
a sense of humor so teasing was nothing to me. Those college years
were something else.

Lucy and I had been in the venue for 30
minutes. The place was packed. The female announcer walks on the
stage towards the microphone.

"Good evening ladies and gentleman. Welcome
to the Memphis Urban Poetry Slam Night. If you desire to hear
smooth, elegant and maybe even some freaky stuff in the form of
poetry, you came to right place." She pause as the crowd erupts in
laughter.

"Tonight we have 10 fantastic poets that will
satisfy your poetic appetite. So kick back, relax, grab your lover
or your friend who you are trying to make your lover and enjoy the
show!"

I flash a mischievous smirk towards Lucy.
"She has no idea," I think to myself. The show is about to begin as
the first poet hits the stage.

***

An hour into the poetry recital, the first
nine poets graced the stage. Tales of love, tragedy and triumph
were told. Each poet had a unique story that captivated in its own
right. From falling vulnerable to loveless relationships due to
growing up fatherless to the plight of black people in America,
each poet was "on point." The vibe of the crowd seems to share our
sentiment.

Lucy leaned her head in to me and said, "Wow.
I didn't know there were so many talented poets here in the
city."

"Yeah there are. But you haven't heard
nothing yet," I said with a mischievous smirk.

She starts smiling like a fat kid seeing a
freshly baked cake. "Oh lord. Are you the last act?"

"Hmmm. Well I got a little something'
something to say."

She affectionately taps my arm. "Devin, you
had me fooled. I assumed you weren't going to perform tonight."

"Well you assumed wrong light skin. Besides,
they saved the best for last."

She began shaking her head lightheartedly.
"You are full of surprises, Mr. Banks."

"I know."

The announcer hits the stage and introduces
me as the last act of the night. I grabbed my paper where I had
written my poem, tap Lucy's left shoulder and went on stage.

"Hello, everybody my name is Devin Banks. I'm
the last poet of the night so allow me to send you home right." The
crowd chuckle. I glance at my piece of notebook paper
one last time before putting it down by my
right side. I started reciting my poem…

"Hello, my name is
Dick-tator,

I stand several inches but weigh
no more than a few feathers,

I'm strong, black and well put
together

I love the sight of accentuated
curves and the sounds of sweet, feminine melodies,

I deliver pleasure that makes her
feel heavenly,

When times get hard, I get
harder

I flow through her like ice cubes
through water

No matter what problems lie
ahead,

She knows she can seek comfort in
my bed

I know how to massage her
unforeseen territory,

I make her feel like she is in a
romantic story,

I am her motivator,

I go 'in-depth' to motivate
her,

I don't mean to be her ruler but I
am a sensual instigator

What can I say? I go by the name,
Dick-tator"

*Sounds of fingers snapping fluttered across
the room*

Upon concluding my poem, I glance over at my
table. Lucy was snapping her fingers too. As I walked back to our
table, several people gave me compliments in regards to my
poem.

Lucy sits at the edge of her chair while
fondling her gold necklace."Wow. That poem was very…sensual. So is
this how you woo all your female friends?"

"No. Only the ones I realllly like," I reply,
winking.

"Oh really?"

"Yes, really." She leans over and lands a
succulent kiss on my lips. The sexual tension is brewing akin to
our first encounter.

"You know Ms. Lucy, I'm starting to think
that you like me just a little bit."

"Yea. Just a little bit," she replies. Her
seductive smile suggest otherwise.

"Ok Ms. A Little Bit. Let's get out of here
and find out how little more you like about me."

She uttered in a soft, baby voice. "Yes Mr.
Dick-tator."

I grab her hand and we exit the venue. As I
was driving us back to my place, another classic sexual escapade
was about to ensue. What is so mesmerizing about this woman? It is
more than physical attraction or even her infectious personality. I
had plenty of females who had both; yet, didn't mesmerize me like
Lucy. Whatever it is, I will have fun finding out.

Several months passed since I first met Lucy.
After the poetry recital, we've spent a copious amount of time
together. In fact, I have not been intimate with other females. I
can't even recall the last woman I slept with outside of Lucy. It's
as if Lucy sucks all my sexual desire, literally and figuratively.
Sure, other attractive women catch my attention. However, I do not
desire them. I desire Lucy.