Some Things Never Change: An African American BWBM Urban Fiction Romance (4 page)

“Wah do this
batty bwoy, I gwey chop up you blood klaat, fi romp with this
family.” Crazy T's eyes blazed fiery red from the grabba he
smoked earlier. It was a potent mixture of high grade weed and
tobacco.

“Nigga this
ain’t your fight stay the fuck out of it.” He pointed to
Crazy T.

“Bullshit! I
ain’t no coward.” Sizzla approached him ready to fight.

Sizzla looked his
opponent in the face and wanted to murder him for trying hard to
embarrass him in public. His reputation was on the line, Bainbridge
couldn’t be allowed to joke around with their money. He had to
put him in his place which was beneath him and this was a good way
for the Dutty Bloodz to get their street credibility increased. So
that everyone would know that the Dutty Bloodz were seasoned and not
to be messed with.

They were slowly
stepping up their game and planned to be around for many more years
to come. If business kept up Sizzla could look to spread his hookah
business across states. Somewhere along the line, he had stopped
thinking of the business as a joint venture. Wayne walked up to them
cautiously. He knew that the Bainbridge boys would react bloodthirsty
if he intervened. He would just have to keep an eye on them all and
ensure that there was no funny business.

It all happened in
the blink of an eye. The Bainbridge leader threw the first punch and
knocked Sizzla off balance. Sizzla made a quick recovery, he sprang
towards the Bainbridge leader and head butted him, catching him by
surprise then bit off his left ear. The Bainbridge leader reeled in
shock that this was happening to him. He really thought Sizzla was a
coward that hid behind Crazy T. He realized his grievous error too
late.

All you could see was
flying blood and fists as Sizzla pummeled his opponents face and
knocked out a few of his teeth from the front row. Sensing their
leader might fail, the Bainbridge boys jumped in and it became a free
for all. Blood splattered in whichever direction Crazy T wielded his
long butcher knife like a maniac. It quickly escalated and gun shots
were fired in to the air. For the noise had alerted the cops. Bodies
sprinted in different directions. They scraped all the injured Dutty
Bloodz they could find and ran with them to the nearest vehicles.

Wayne and Fat Boy
went back into the club. He had to find Cherry and call a cab to take
them home. While Fat Boy had to wait until Powder finished his spin
on the turntable and got paid. Then they could both find their way
home with relative ease.

Powder was the clubs
resident DJ and surprisingly the life of the party. It seemed as if
once he was around a turntable his whole persona changed. He became
brash and daring with his words that if unchecked could get him into
serious trouble. This quirk and the fact that they were twins ensured
that Fat Boy followed him everywhere when he was on a job. Powder
didn’t mind because not only were they close but Fat Boy made
him feel safe.

While Powder was
slender Fat Boy was the opposite and often doubled as a body guard to
make ends meet when Powder couldn’t get any gigs. Powder got
his name because as a child he suffered from athlete’s foot and
often put two much powder in his shoes leaving a trail behind him.
His friends never let him live it down so the moniker stuck.

Powder was as good at
DJing as Fat Boy was at eating and if he ever got the exposure he
deserved, he would blow up and be the next big thing. Powder had the
club going with all the booty songs he could play in recognition of
the butt he saw earlier that day. When they had stopped at Big
Benny’s Burgers earlier Lou was the customer service rep that
took their order. Powder was in awe, she was here at the club. The
same broad whose ass the twins had been preeing earlier. They had no
idea that all their lives would soon collide.

“Just relax and
let me show you what I am capable of, I promise you’ll have no
regrets. I can be anything you want me to be. What’s your
fantasy?”

“Look, you’re
out of my league.”

“I think that’s
a poor choice of words. You’re the one that’s prejudiced.
If you can’t let go of what people think. Lance, I don’t
think that I’m better than you or that I’m high society.
Let’s not do labels. I can be a good or bad girl, whatever you
want baby, doesn’t matter. Just as long as you’re aware
that I’m the right girl for you.”

“You talk a
good game Kiki but you can’t be for real and my mama didn’t
raise no fool. You can’t possibly be that naïve. Your
people would never let us be together even if I was interested.”

Something inside him
clicked when he saw Lou. He recognized her ass from the party last
night. This woman was dangerous she could turn a gay man straight
with her beautiful body and sinfully wicked smile. He felt an instant
connection between them and she had spunk, he admired that. He also
like her classy style and swagger. She was easy to be around and not
hard on the eyes. A winning combination if he ever decided to be a
gambling man.

Here he was getting
into the role, body, mind and spirit. If Kiki was anything like Lou
in real life no wonder Lance succumbed to her wiles, he never stood a
chance. He was really getting immersed into the role, no doubt Lance
would have been drawn to Kiki too. In the space of a few minutes he
had placed himself in Lance's shoes and felt how he would have
reacted if some rich goody too shoes tried to make a move on him.

“So how’s
the party going, did I miss anything?” Her amazing hazel eyes
sparkled, the flecks of green similar to that of a kiwi fruit. Those
eyes of hers missed nothing and followed his every movement.

“Actually, I’ve
just arrived myself, taking in the scenery.”

“Nice choice of
words to describe those scantily clad naked women in the club. When
did these thin strips of cloth become acceptable? Must be a man who
designed them.”

Her eyes were lit
and merry. The little minx was teasing him. Wayne looked at her and
smiled, he relished the moment when she smiled back at him. She
seemed like she thoroughly enjoyed herself doing it too. If she
wanted to act like a bad girl he could set her straight. Wayne moved
in closer, he knew that most women became intimated by him, acting
all nervous and giddy headed until they knew him to know he was
harmless and be comfortable around him. Lou held her ground when he
invaded her space. She stood firm and stared him straight in the eyes
until he broke eye contact first. She gave no indication that his
nearness unsettled her in any manner.

She had on a thin
cotton t-shirt with a plunging neckline. It was tight and molded to
her chest like a second skin. Her nipples were hard and peaked out
despite the wire rimmed bra she wore. Clearly she too enjoyed their
light hearted debate. The t-shirt stopped right above her navel and
showcased a diamond encrusted navel ring that sparkled whenever the
light hit it. Maybe because she didn’t act like the type that
sported piercings. He wondered what else he would discover, maybe she
pierced her clit. Still he was not sure what was so provocative about
it but it was a huge turn on. He wondered if there was any more room
for him in those jeans because they were so tight and hung low on her
hips. What she lacked in breasts she made up for it in ass. She
tilted her head to the side and gave him that knowing look that women
gave men when they caught them checking out their goods.

“Did you miss
anything or would you like me to turn around?” Clearly he had
hit a nerve because he picked up on some unease despite the fact that
she play it casual and tried to laugh it all off.

He chuckled. Amused
by her obvious attempt to chastise him for objectifying her. “Duly
noted.”

He had a lot of women
in his life but he had never reacted to a woman like this before. He
felt like she was giving off 'come get me' pheromones that stimulated
his senses and made him think of smoldering sweaty sex right there on
the compound for all to see. Why be a voyeur when a banquet fit for a
king was laid out in front of him to feast on. She was definitely his
for the taking and he felt man enough to prove it.

“Don’t
worry about it.” She winked at him. “Come closer and let
me fill you in on a little secret.”

She enticed him to
lean forward while her breast heaved provocatively causing his eyes
to stray from her face to her chest. She harrumphed and cleared her
throat, he ignored her and continued to ogle her breasts.

“Even good
girls get wet too.” His facial expression showed his shock at
her suggestive words. That was the last thing he expected to hear,
she had him salivating like a hungry puppy. She could snap her
fingers and he would have been brought to heel.

“CUTTTTT--!!”
who knew that pint sized director had such a loud booming voice. It
cut through Lou’s spell and brought him back to earth. “That
was incredible! You guys are a natural. We would love to have the
pair of you join us for rehearsal on Monday 6:00 am sharp. Make it a
date and don’t be late. Be sure to get the set location as well
as contracts from my personal assistant before you go. You got this
long weekend to think this all over, rest and come to work refreshed
and ready to take on the day. This has been your moment to shine,
enjoy it while it lasts, time waits on no man.”

Wayne received the
news with aplomb, he was calm and unflappable as always while Lou
could barely contain her excitement. She would go to work tomorrow,
it would be her final day as far as she was concerned she would hand
in her resignation to take immediate effect. She felt a little bit of
trepidation giving up the known for the unknown. But what did she
have to lose. Jobs like her current one were a dime a dozen. When
companies paid minimum wage they would expect to have a high turn
around in staff. No one would be comfortable in such a position for
too long without feeling stagnant. As far as she was concerned there
was always a restaurant somewhere with a help wanted sign. However,
there was no guarantee that this once in a lifetime opportunity would
ever occur again. She couldn’t have imagined such a positive
outcome even if she tried.

“The night is
young we can let things end like this. Let us go and celebrate our
good fortune together.” Said Wayne.

“Sure no
problem.” She replied. Not very far from the auditorium was a
small pub that catered mostly to soccer fans. No one paid them any
mind, too glued to the television to notice the new arrivals. The
hostess put them in a dark corner away from the crowd which suited
them both. They found that they could relax and hear themselves talk
despite the deafening noise that cheered or booed depending on how
the match was going down.

“What would you
like to drink?” Wayne signaled to a waitress.

“I’ll
have what you’re having.”

“We’ll
have a round of beer and some nachos please in the meantime until we
decide what we want to eat.” The waitress brought those items
in under five minutes.

“Help yourself
to the nachos Lou, I guarantee you’re gonna love this.”
The nachos tasted real good and came with your choice of salsa or a
spicy cheese dip that was so hot it scorched their tongues. It was
freshly made and the crunchiness was a winner in both their eyes.

“I think our
chef was too busy watching the soccer match to realize that his hand
was heavy with the pepper.” Lou giggled.

When Lou was relaxed
she looked younger and carefree. She sat across from him with her
legs crossed and whenever she laughed her legs brushed his calf and
caused a knee jerk reaction that travel all the way up his spine and
heightened his senses to her every movement. She took a swig of the
beer and tapped her feet to the music playing on the nearby speakers.
One swig led to another and he marveled as she took her tongue and
slowly licked the froth off her upper lip. She had really nice plump
lips that were wide and showcased even white teeth whenever she
smiled.

He like that she
found the beer enjoyable and ate the nachos with gusto. She wasn’t
one of those nitpickers that felt they had to watch their weight or
ask how many calories was in the cheese dip. They hadn’t even
noticed they waited over forty five minutes for the food to arrive as
they were so deep in conversation.

“Why did you
decide to try acting Wayne?” she asked.

He responded. “All
my life I have to be many things to different people. Sometimes I
feel like I don’t even know myself anymore because I’m so
good at being whoever you want me to be. So when I saw this paper I
thought this was the flyer to my dreams. I could finally get paid to
do something I’ve been doing all my life. Does that make
sense?”

“Sort of.”

“Look at it
this way, in this world we are all actors on a stage. Each person
affects another whether positively or negatively. When the curtain
call falls I don’t want to be standing on the wrong side. Life
is short, if you get my meaning. All my life I’ve lived in this
city and followed other peoples’ whims and fancy. Now I feel
like it’s my time to do my own thing, work on bettering myself,
and put me first for once in my life. So when I saw this audition, I
went for it.”

Slightly embarrassed,
Wayne realized that he had just summarized his entire life to a
complete stranger. Normally he kept everyone at a distance, no one
ever knew the full deal about him. What was it about this woman that
caught him off guard and made him susceptible to her wiles? That he
would want to bare his soul and share his most intimate details about
his existence. Lou continued to sip her beer lost in her own little
world and oblivious to his inner turmoil. He liked that she didn’t
look down on him or sat in the judgment seat.

She just listened
without any interruptions or objections to his way of thinking. At
certain parts of his rambling she would nod her head in agreement as
if to portray that they were two peas in a pod. They had led similar
lives and shared the same kind of thinking and mentality about life.
She too wanted to get out of the rat race and find her own niche in
life. Wayne finally felt that here was a woman, who would look past
his physical appearance and outward trappings and see deep down to
the realness inside that was hidden. He wondered if once she knew
everything about him would she stick around or abandon him like
everyone else eventually did?