this off?” Egypt wanted to know.
“I just got a little bonus from my last event and thought we’d splurge,” Bambi told her.
E arly the next morning as she was about to go shopping, she met up with Smooth in the parking lot of Southside Plaza for five minutes to get the spending money. She got out of the car and went around to the driver’s side and leaned in to talk to him.
“I hope you’ll spend some quality time with me when you get back,” he said, never looking up as he counted out the money.She looked over his tight body. It was a shame how someone so handsome and sexy could be so mean and evil.
“You know I am. You oughtta take a break and come with us,” Bambi said sweetly.
“You know I don’t fly nowhere,” Smooth said, shaking his head. “If God wanted me to fly, then I would have been born with wings.”
“You wasn’t born with wheels, but I see you got a car,” Bambi said, pointing to his candy apple red Benz.
“Yeah, well, this car don’t leave the ground either. Now, you make sure you call me every day to check in,” he said, looking Bambi dead in the eye as he handed her the money, never letting go until she agreed.
“Okay, the calls are real expensive, but I’ll call just to check in.” She leaned in and gave him a quick kiss with the stack of money in her hand.
“Do you need me to take you to the airport?” he asked.
“No, my friend is just going to leave her car there.”
“Well, I’ve been up all night, grinding, getting this money. So I’m ’bout to go home and get some sleep.”
B efore Egypt and Bambi knew it, the relaxing and fun-filled week passed by. They had snorkeled in the turquoise waters off Jamaica, shopped in St. Thomas, and lounged by the pool on the ship’s deck, drinking piña coladas. All courtesy of Smooth.
When Bambi returned she decided to wait a day before she hooked up with Smooth to pay the cost for making a deal with the devil. Finally, she poured a glass of Pepsi-Cola, picked up the cell phone, and called Smooth.
“I’m baaaccckkkk,” she said, as if she was happy to inform him of her whereabouts.
“Why you ain’t call me yesterday?” he asked.
“I couldn’t get a line to get through. Besides, I’m home now.”
“So, when I’m going to see you?”
“Umm, whenever you want to,” she said as she looked through all her mail that had accumulated while she was gone.
“You know me. I want to see you right now,” he said. “I missed you so much.”
“I missed you, too,” she lied. Like a hole in the head, she thought, trying to amuse herself.
“Look, let’s go get something to eat and hang out for the night. You know you gotta tell me all about your trip,” he said. She knew he really wasn’t concerned about hearing nothing about the trip; all he really wanted to hear was her moans when he put her legs in the air. He probably figured she owed it to him.
Once she agreed to the dinner date, he told her, “Meet me at the mall and we’ll get you some real sexy lingerie.”
Two hours later they were hand in hand strolling through the mall. Their first stop was Victoria’s Secret. Forty-five minutes, two big pink-and-white shopping bags, and a receipt totaling $742.39 later, they left Victoria’s Secret and headed for dinner.
As they were walking through the mall, Bambi remembered one of her mother’s rules: “This is how you know you got him, when he takes you to the mall to buy one thing and you come out with what he wanted to initially buy plus at least one very costly item that you insisted you had to have.” So right before they exited the mall, she saw some tall multicolored boots in the window of a small boutique.
“Ooooouuuhhh, we gotta look at these boots,” she said. She pulled him into the store and picked them up. “I’d like to see these in a size eight, please?”
They were a perfect fit, and the saleslady cosigned by saying how nice the ugly boots were. Smooth didn’t say anything. He just
“I just got a little bonus from my last event and thought we’d splurge,” Bambi told her.
E arly the next morning as she was about to go shopping, she met up with Smooth in the parking lot of Southside Plaza for five minutes to get the spending money. She got out of the car and went around to the driver’s side and leaned in to talk to him.
“I hope you’ll spend some quality time with me when you get back,” he said, never looking up as he counted out the money.She looked over his tight body. It was a shame how someone so handsome and sexy could be so mean and evil.
“You know I am. You oughtta take a break and come with us,” Bambi said sweetly.
“You know I don’t fly nowhere,” Smooth said, shaking his head. “If God wanted me to fly, then I would have been born with wings.”
“You wasn’t born with wheels, but I see you got a car,” Bambi said, pointing to his candy apple red Benz.
“Yeah, well, this car don’t leave the ground either. Now, you make sure you call me every day to check in,” he said, looking Bambi dead in the eye as he handed her the money, never letting go until she agreed.
“Okay, the calls are real expensive, but I’ll call just to check in.” She leaned in and gave him a quick kiss with the stack of money in her hand.
“Do you need me to take you to the airport?” he asked.
“No, my friend is just going to leave her car there.”
“Well, I’ve been up all night, grinding, getting this money. So I’m ’bout to go home and get some sleep.”
B efore Egypt and Bambi knew it, the relaxing and fun-filled week passed by. They had snorkeled in the turquoise waters off Jamaica, shopped in St. Thomas, and lounged by the pool on the ship’s deck, drinking piña coladas. All courtesy of Smooth.
When Bambi returned she decided to wait a day before she hooked up with Smooth to pay the cost for making a deal with the devil. Finally, she poured a glass of Pepsi-Cola, picked up the cell phone, and called Smooth.
“I’m baaaccckkkk,” she said, as if she was happy to inform him of her whereabouts.
“Why you ain’t call me yesterday?” he asked.
“I couldn’t get a line to get through. Besides, I’m home now.”
“So, when I’m going to see you?”
“Umm, whenever you want to,” she said as she looked through all her mail that had accumulated while she was gone.
“You know me. I want to see you right now,” he said. “I missed you so much.”
“I missed you, too,” she lied. Like a hole in the head, she thought, trying to amuse herself.
“Look, let’s go get something to eat and hang out for the night. You know you gotta tell me all about your trip,” he said. She knew he really wasn’t concerned about hearing nothing about the trip; all he really wanted to hear was her moans when he put her legs in the air. He probably figured she owed it to him.
Once she agreed to the dinner date, he told her, “Meet me at the mall and we’ll get you some real sexy lingerie.”
Two hours later they were hand in hand strolling through the mall. Their first stop was Victoria’s Secret. Forty-five minutes, two big pink-and-white shopping bags, and a receipt totaling $742.39 later, they left Victoria’s Secret and headed for dinner.
As they were walking through the mall, Bambi remembered one of her mother’s rules: “This is how you know you got him, when he takes you to the mall to buy one thing and you come out with what he wanted to initially buy plus at least one very costly item that you insisted you had to have.” So right before they exited the mall, she saw some tall multicolored boots in the window of a small boutique.
“Ooooouuuhhh, we gotta look at these boots,” she said. She pulled him into the store and picked them up. “I’d like to see these in a size eight, please?”
They were a perfect fit, and the saleslady cosigned by saying how nice the ugly boots were. Smooth didn’t say anything. He just
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