“Uh, excuse me Mr. Jackson but you have a visitor sir.”
Is this guy for real? Does the words: 'I do not want to be disturbed by anyone for the next few hours' – mean a damn thing to this fool?
The look I throw him is more than enough for him to bow out of the room gracefully without a rebuttal before I go all Jackie Chan on his a$$. Well that is until Mother pops into my head and reminds me “manners Michael.”
“I’m sorry Marv,” I manage to say before he completely exits the room, “ just gimme a sec kay? I really need to make a phone call.”
“No problem sir, I’ll let the young lady know you’ll be out in a few.”
Young lady? Huh? I can't remember scheduling any appointments for today, especially with no young ladies!
Get it together Jackson, you need to speak to Jade remember?
I push the thoughts of my impromptu mystery visitor to the back of my mind and quickly dial Jades number before I chicken out altogether.
Please pick up, please pick up, please pick up.
After the seventh ring my girl finally answers – or so I thought.
“Jade, girl please don’t hang up, I swear I can explain….” I ramble on for the next few minutes until I hear a throaty giggle that has me a little confused.
Wait. Did I dial the right number?
I look at the call screen of my cell and yup, it says “Jades Cell.”
So who the heck is this?
“Uhh is Jade there please?” I ask politely.
“Hmm that depends,” is the strange woman’s smokey reply.
“On what?”
“On who this is.”
“Well who are you?” I probe.
“I asked first.”
To say this woman’s husky voice wasn’t turning me on would be telling a bare faced lie. Even thought we’d only spoken a few words to each other she just had one of those voices. I’ve always been a sucker for talking on the telephone and women who had a raspy quality to their voice were a weakness of mine; hence marriage number one!
“Well my name is Michael.”
“Hmm I already know that, it says your name on the screen, but how d’ya know my girl?”
“Your girl?” I laugh. This has to be one of Jades “ghetto friends."
“Yeah my girl J, what’s so funny about that!”
“Okay babe calm down, you just sound a little….”
“A little what?”
“… spunky is all.”
“Mister, you have no idea. So ya gonna answer my question or what?”
“That depends,” her feistiness is seriously arousing more than my curiosity to find out exactly who she is. I shift slightly in my chair and readjust my little-big friend until... Ahhh that’s better!
“Okay I’ll play your game. That depends on what?”
“Gurllll I thought you’d never ask. It depends on what you’re wearing!” I smirk inwardly when she fails to shoot back a sassy reply – bingo! That shut the chick up. Hopefully now she’ll get off the phone and pass me over to Jade.
But boy was I wrong. Most chicks would have hung up on my a$$ by now. But not this little fish – I think I actually heard her moan when I asked her that question. This woman must be high!
“You have a sexxxxy voice,” she coes.
“Mmm well so do you,” is my reply.
“Are you f@cking Jade?” Woah that was a bit out of left field, wasn’t expecting that question!
“What? Huh? Uh no, no, I-I’m not,” I stammer. Sh!t way to go Jackson, now she's gonna think I am.
“But you’d like to yes?”
“Uhhh,” she’s got me there. More than anything, but I know that’s never going to happen. Heck she may not even speak to me ever again, never-mind about letting me get anywhere near her pun—
“Hmm I take that as a yes. If I was a man, I’d do her.”
Okay who is this chick and why haven’t I met her before now?
I cough repeatedly trying to dislodge the froggie that’s now stuck in the back of my throat and finally I gain my composure enough to ask—
“Girl what’s your name?”
“Nikita, but you can call me Kit as in Kitty Cat,” and I kid you not she actually purrs this into the phone.
Sh!t I think I may need a change of drawers before this call is through. Oh wait! I don't think I'm wearing any.
Well two can play at that game, “You mean as in pu$$y cat right?” Sorry but I couldn’t help myself. And hearing her hearty laugh crackle through the mouthpiece lets me know she doesn’t take offence to my little innuendo.
“Mmmm whatever floats your boat Mee-Kal.”
“You mean Michael right?”
“Whatever. So anyways Jade is sick can I take a message?”
“Am I boring you girl?”
“A little.”
Woah was that a stifled yawn I could hear? Me boring a woman? Never! If she only knew who she was really talking to right now, she’d be creaming her panties and begging me to stay on the line.
“Just let Jade know I called and tell her I need to speak to her urgently okay?”
“Sure thing Mee-Kal.”
“Michael,” I correct her again. If she’s trying to p!ss me off with her mispronunciation of my name, she’s no doubt succeeded.
“Whatever. I’ll tell her you called. Bye.”
“Wait, tell her I hope she feels bet--”
Before I can finish what I was going to say the dial tone rudely interrupts me. B!tch. She hung up on me? On me?
Ordinarily I’d be p!ssed. But the strange thing is, I’m actually kinda turned on by her blasé attitude towards me. It’s actually quite refreshing for a change. But let’s see if she keeps up that behaviour once we meet, because with a voice like honey and an attitude to boot, I knew I had to meet this girl one way or another. Just out of curiosity of course. After all she is Jades friend and she would no doubt have my guts for garters if I tried anything funny with her girl. But there’s no harm in looking every now and then is there?
Talking of looking, I guess I better go see who’s waiting for me.
A quick glance in the mirror to make sure I’m looking spruce enough for my mystery visitor and a dab of one of my many “smells” aka colognes and I’m all set.
I make my way towards the living room area of my suite and I’m immediately caught of guard when I see who it is waiting for me.
Her back is turned towards me, but I’d know that a$$ from anywhere. Her long blonde locks wildly cascade over her shapely shoulders and ends just above her delicious derrière. Shamelessly I continue to take in her appearance as I mindlessly lick my lips, my eyes trawl up and down her body trying to take in every curve and dip.
Her low slung jeans and short pink basque top leaves little to the imagination and when she spins around sensing my presence, I’m at a loss for words. Did she wear this outfit on purpose? I knew she was a little tease from some of the stuff her boyfriend had told me, but hawt damn is she trying to get a brother thrown into jail?
“Girl, does your momma know you leave the house looking like that?” is all I manage to say.
I watch the blonde buxom beauty twirl a strand of hair around her index finger whilst her mouth smacks open and shut chewing on a piece of gum.
“My momma came shopping with me when I bought these clothes. Don’t you like them?” she pouts, before loudly popping a bubble she's just blown.
‘Jackson, stay away from this one you hear me?’ my mind screams.
‘She’s jail bait,’ it taunts.
‘She has a boyfriend,’ it pleads.
'He looks up to you,' it reminds me.
‘What about Jade?’ it begs.
But no matter what my inner conscience throws at me, my jaw continues to hang slack, my eyes are fixed firmly on her assets which are bobbing up and down every time she inhales and exhales a breath, and unable to stop myself, I start to slowly swagger my way across the room towards her.
“Can I offer you a drink?” my mouth blurts out without my heads say so.
“I thought you’d never ask,” she drawls in that cute Southern accent of hers.
Have I ever mentioned how much of a sucker I am for accents? No?
Well let’s just say I need to start repenting right here, right now, because Lord help me, I think I’m about to sin!
Is this guy for real? Does the words: 'I do not want to be disturbed by anyone for the next few hours' – mean a damn thing to this fool?
The look I throw him is more than enough for him to bow out of the room gracefully without a rebuttal before I go all Jackie Chan on his a$$. Well that is until Mother pops into my head and reminds me “manners Michael.”
“I’m sorry Marv,” I manage to say before he completely exits the room, “ just gimme a sec kay? I really need to make a phone call.”
“No problem sir, I’ll let the young lady know you’ll be out in a few.”
Young lady? Huh? I can't remember scheduling any appointments for today, especially with no young ladies!
Get it together Jackson, you need to speak to Jade remember?
I push the thoughts of my impromptu mystery visitor to the back of my mind and quickly dial Jades number before I chicken out altogether.
Please pick up, please pick up, please pick up.
After the seventh ring my girl finally answers – or so I thought.
“Jade, girl please don’t hang up, I swear I can explain….” I ramble on for the next few minutes until I hear a throaty giggle that has me a little confused.
Wait. Did I dial the right number?
I look at the call screen of my cell and yup, it says “Jades Cell.”
So who the heck is this?
“Uhh is Jade there please?” I ask politely.
“Hmm that depends,” is the strange woman’s smokey reply.
“On what?”
“On who this is.”
“Well who are you?” I probe.
“I asked first.”
To say this woman’s husky voice wasn’t turning me on would be telling a bare faced lie. Even thought we’d only spoken a few words to each other she just had one of those voices. I’ve always been a sucker for talking on the telephone and women who had a raspy quality to their voice were a weakness of mine; hence marriage number one!
“Well my name is Michael.”
“Hmm I already know that, it says your name on the screen, but how d’ya know my girl?”
“Your girl?” I laugh. This has to be one of Jades “ghetto friends."
“Yeah my girl J, what’s so funny about that!”
“Okay babe calm down, you just sound a little….”
“A little what?”
“… spunky is all.”
“Mister, you have no idea. So ya gonna answer my question or what?”
“That depends,” her feistiness is seriously arousing more than my curiosity to find out exactly who she is. I shift slightly in my chair and readjust my little-big friend until... Ahhh that’s better!
“Okay I’ll play your game. That depends on what?”
“Gurllll I thought you’d never ask. It depends on what you’re wearing!” I smirk inwardly when she fails to shoot back a sassy reply – bingo! That shut the chick up. Hopefully now she’ll get off the phone and pass me over to Jade.
But boy was I wrong. Most chicks would have hung up on my a$$ by now. But not this little fish – I think I actually heard her moan when I asked her that question. This woman must be high!
“You have a sexxxxy voice,” she coes.
“Mmm well so do you,” is my reply.
“Are you f@cking Jade?” Woah that was a bit out of left field, wasn’t expecting that question!
“What? Huh? Uh no, no, I-I’m not,” I stammer. Sh!t way to go Jackson, now she's gonna think I am.
“But you’d like to yes?”
“Uhhh,” she’s got me there. More than anything, but I know that’s never going to happen. Heck she may not even speak to me ever again, never-mind about letting me get anywhere near her pun—
“Hmm I take that as a yes. If I was a man, I’d do her.”
Okay who is this chick and why haven’t I met her before now?
I cough repeatedly trying to dislodge the froggie that’s now stuck in the back of my throat and finally I gain my composure enough to ask—
“Girl what’s your name?”
“Nikita, but you can call me Kit as in Kitty Cat,” and I kid you not she actually purrs this into the phone.
Sh!t I think I may need a change of drawers before this call is through. Oh wait! I don't think I'm wearing any.
Well two can play at that game, “You mean as in pu$$y cat right?” Sorry but I couldn’t help myself. And hearing her hearty laugh crackle through the mouthpiece lets me know she doesn’t take offence to my little innuendo.
“Mmmm whatever floats your boat Mee-Kal.”
“You mean Michael right?”
“Whatever. So anyways Jade is sick can I take a message?”
“Am I boring you girl?”
“A little.”
Woah was that a stifled yawn I could hear? Me boring a woman? Never! If she only knew who she was really talking to right now, she’d be creaming her panties and begging me to stay on the line.
“Just let Jade know I called and tell her I need to speak to her urgently okay?”
“Sure thing Mee-Kal.”
“Michael,” I correct her again. If she’s trying to p!ss me off with her mispronunciation of my name, she’s no doubt succeeded.
“Whatever. I’ll tell her you called. Bye.”
“Wait, tell her I hope she feels bet--”
Before I can finish what I was going to say the dial tone rudely interrupts me. B!tch. She hung up on me? On me?
Ordinarily I’d be p!ssed. But the strange thing is, I’m actually kinda turned on by her blasé attitude towards me. It’s actually quite refreshing for a change. But let’s see if she keeps up that behaviour once we meet, because with a voice like honey and an attitude to boot, I knew I had to meet this girl one way or another. Just out of curiosity of course. After all she is Jades friend and she would no doubt have my guts for garters if I tried anything funny with her girl. But there’s no harm in looking every now and then is there?
Talking of looking, I guess I better go see who’s waiting for me.
A quick glance in the mirror to make sure I’m looking spruce enough for my mystery visitor and a dab of one of my many “smells” aka colognes and I’m all set.
I make my way towards the living room area of my suite and I’m immediately caught of guard when I see who it is waiting for me.
Her back is turned towards me, but I’d know that a$$ from anywhere. Her long blonde locks wildly cascade over her shapely shoulders and ends just above her delicious derrière. Shamelessly I continue to take in her appearance as I mindlessly lick my lips, my eyes trawl up and down her body trying to take in every curve and dip.
Her low slung jeans and short pink basque top leaves little to the imagination and when she spins around sensing my presence, I’m at a loss for words. Did she wear this outfit on purpose? I knew she was a little tease from some of the stuff her boyfriend had told me, but hawt damn is she trying to get a brother thrown into jail?
“Girl, does your momma know you leave the house looking like that?” is all I manage to say.
I watch the blonde buxom beauty twirl a strand of hair around her index finger whilst her mouth smacks open and shut chewing on a piece of gum.
“My momma came shopping with me when I bought these clothes. Don’t you like them?” she pouts, before loudly popping a bubble she's just blown.
‘Jackson, stay away from this one you hear me?’ my mind screams.
‘She’s jail bait,’ it taunts.
‘She has a boyfriend,’ it pleads.
'He looks up to you,' it reminds me.
‘What about Jade?’ it begs.
But no matter what my inner conscience throws at me, my jaw continues to hang slack, my eyes are fixed firmly on her assets which are bobbing up and down every time she inhales and exhales a breath, and unable to stop myself, I start to slowly swagger my way across the room towards her.
“Can I offer you a drink?” my mouth blurts out without my heads say so.
“I thought you’d never ask,” she drawls in that cute Southern accent of hers.
Have I ever mentioned how much of a sucker I am for accents? No?
Well let’s just say I need to start repenting right here, right now, because Lord help me, I think I’m about to sin!
1 comment:
Hey bey-bay!!!
You know what?? Mike bout to make me go Jackie Chan on HIS ass!!! (btw: the imagery of Michael's long, flowing, straight locks in a Jackie Chan move???? HILARIOUS!!!) *tee hee* Now where was I?? Oh.. 'bout to do some ass-kicking. Michael know his D-double-OH-G rear end needs 'stomping' for flirting with Jade's friend! Ain't he in enough hot water??? He know darn well if somebody in her house is close enough to pick up her damned cell phone, that's too close for him to be dropping game.
He need to drop the charade and call Jade when he's ready to be a one woman man -IF that ever happens! *hmph*
... oh and this other tramp??? If he f*ucks this walking poster child for gonorrhea, he can forget me rooting for him and Jade to hook up. *nose turned up in the air*
Once again, brillllll baby. *kiss*
P.S. I was going to 'try' to dance over to 2000 Watts, but I thought better of it tonight. If I get fired from my job, it's a looonnnggg way for me and my kids to come to move in with you! *heha*
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