Tell Me Now, Don’t Hold Back #MondayBlogs #fiction


Continued from I Knew It Was Too Good To Be True.

“Where is she? Something’s up with her, and I’m not leaving until she answers my questions.” Genevieve stood tall with her arms crossed and chin high in the air.

Before I could protest, her guard pulls out his .45 semiautomatic Glock in my direction. Damn!

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I stared back at Genevieve’s guard, his gun, then at her. So, it has come to this? I’ve been here, working my ass off to pay off a debt I hadn’t started in the first place, and a gun is pointed in my damn face.

“What the hell? What’s going on?” I said in a rush, trying to keep my voice down. I would hate for my client to be frightened. Then I remembered Genevieve had mentioned her upon entering.

“Kevin, we need to speak to your client. It will only take a moment,” Genevieve explained as she stood tall, glaring at me like I did something wrong.

I was taken aback because normally, she wouldn’t behave in this manner. The normalcy of her personality when it comes to women is extreme jealousy. Right now, I cannot diagnose the problem even if someone serves it on a fine china platter.

“Something I should kn-“

“Just call her out. It’s urgent,” Genevieve said, pointing in the direction of my bathroom.

I blinked. Just as I turned around, she ambles out with a lavender terry-cloth robe wrapped tightly around her body. A white towel is draped over her left shoulder as she used one end to dry her hair.

“So, what normally happens after-” her words trailed on as she noticed someone other than us in the room. Her green eyes fixated on Genevieve and then her guard with his Glock dangling from his right hand.

She appeared undisturbed; in fact, in her eyes held a challenging stare like she is prepared for a duel.

“Look, Tracey, I need for you to verify something for me, for security reasons,” Genevieve said, walking up to her.

“Okay, but it make it quick. I didn’t pay to be interrogated, so whatever you have to say, say it now or knock off a hundred dollars of the money I gave you upon arriving,” Tracey replied defiantly.

Genevieve gave her a long stare that said, “don’t go there with me.”


“I don’t know what that was all about, but Genny normally doesn’t act that way,” I assured Tracey, taking her hand and leading her to my cream-colored chaise lounge.

She quietly followed behind me and sat even quieter as I gazed into her eyes. She looks back at me with this expression I couldn’t pinpoint. No one wants to discuss Genevieve and her pitbull of a guard, and their unknown reason for busting in the way they had.

To be honest, I’m not sure if I can carry on with tonight with the usual stuff like I would with any client. This particular one here, still staring at me like she’s peering deep into my soul, frazzled me to the core.

I carefully traced the outline of her hand, feeling the heat radiating from her igniting; it warmed me up. She leans forward, and I took that moment to kiss her soft lips.

The moment felt so right, perfect timing, as our lips meshed. I used one hand to snake around her waist pulling her closer to me, while the other caresses her face and slender neck. Her ruby-red fingernails raked through the small hairs on my chest sending shock waves to my system.

All past apprehensions seemed to have melted away. She moans softly, bringing the kiss deeper. I’m thinking she wants this. Whatever she wants, it’s her night.

However, as I reach for the belt of her robe to open it, she alarmingly jerked back. Her eyes widen. She went stocked still. The color drained from her face leaving me in utter shock.

What’s wrong now? I wondered. I couldn’t believe we are back to being estranged.

“What is it now?” I asked, trying not to sound impatient. It is becoming unbearable to think you’re sure about something, feel it deep within yourself just to have it slapped you across the face.

Tracey stood up, muttering as she did so, trying to form the right words to tell me whatever it was that kept her hostage since she first arrived here.

“Tell me now what you want to say, and don’t hold back,” I demanded.

“Okay, okay. I’m a private investigator hired by your parents to find you,” she explained, appearing relieved.

My what did what now? I pondered the thought.

By: Pamela E. Hester ©2017

This concludes Part 3. Thank you for being patient with me as I write this post. I’m thinking of writing Part 4, but we’ll see. 😉

 

Tell Me What You Came Here For #amwriting #MondayBlogs #fiction


Passion comes by the dozen. On the other hand, make that four. Love, one in a million.

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Her. It started with her. She took full advantage of me, and I allowed her to. I was too young, naive, and innocent, wanted to experience what love is like. Though, she left me confused, sad, angry, even; yet, took my heart and haven’t given it back. Nine months later, a baby girl was placed in my arms by my parents telling me she’s my daughter.

I didn’t even know when she was born, let alone conceived. I was fifteen and in college then. Yeah, I started college at a young age and became a father around the same time. So, to my understanding, we’re going to just sweep how my daughter was conceived under the rug? At this moment, I can’t… I’m feeling suffocated by…

(Shuddering.)

🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹

I gaze out through the bay window, waiting for my “shift” to end. Unpleasant memories are back torturing me. I’m twenty-four years old now, not fifteen. The day is nearing an end. I’m not particularly considering another client to walk through the door requesting for my time… and services at this hour; however, I’m known for clients to strut in as late as 10:00 p.m. It’s 8:30 now on this dreary evening and all I really wanted is to sleep. I sighed.

I moved away from the window, taking in the other guys sprawled out throughout the living room, the getting-to-know room, I like to call it, where our clients and we can become acquainted. They are entertaining the women, having a joyous time, sipping wine, and swaying to slow jazz.

Some of them appeared interested in tonight’s episode of enticement; I’m sure, while a few including me are ready to turn in for the night. Unlike me, the few already have their rooms occupied with someone waiting for them.

“Kevin, you want a drink?” Someone called out to ask me.
I turned swiftly and saw that it was Ash walking my way with a shot glass filled already. Oh yeah, filled my glass first without asking me, I thought sarcastically. The last time someone had done that, I ended up here, against my will!

“No, dude! An already-filled glass ready? Um, no, you know I don’t go for that!” I exploded. He knew not to do that. It’s kind of hard keeping my anxiety down living here. The majority of the guys think they are living the dream, while I am secretly planning on ways to leave this bewildering place.

“Oh, alright, damn,” He scurried away, mocking my agitated face.

Squatting on a barstool to calm my nerves, staring over at the new décor in the lavish, spacious adjoining room Madame Genevieve furnished a month ago, I am in awe. She finally managed to change the previous dreadful look that made me sickened by it. This new look… wow!

She went with an Egyptian theme of ivory, red, and black colors with decorations that are in the form of the head of the Sphinx, animal figurines, wall paintings, all the works; she has definitely done well. It was probably purchased with my money since I made her the most money than all the guys here. Hmm…no wonder she won’t let me leave.

“Are you booked tonight, Kev?” Brian asked, knocking his knuckles against the wooden table to get Sam, the bartender’s attention.

“Nope. Hopefully, I’ll stay unbooked. These women are tiring me out,” I told him, taking in a breath, reflecting back to a beautiful Latin woman named Marissa. She really knows how to have a good time. Whatever happened to her?

“Really? I find that hard to believe. An attractive Italian-Native American guy like you with all the works… you got it going on man, you’d graduated from a four-year Ivy League college at the age of nineteen. Man- oh, thanks, Sam. What was I talking about?” Brian leaned toward me, scrunching up his forehead. He’s so confused it made me feel the same way. This guy’s short-term memory is no laughing matter; he got it bad. I waved the confusion away.

“Nothing. You have a client?” He nodded, then made a head gesture towards the Egyptian room to a gorgeous Latin woman with a curvaceous body talking to a stunning, tall African woman. Brian tells me her name is Miss Matthews. She winks at him, and with a curve of her finger, she beckons for Brian’s overeager ass to lead her to his room.

He met my smirk as he drowns the rest of his vodka, and nodded in another direction. “Looks like Madame is hooking you up for tonight, you lucky man you. Enjoy!” He informed me, very close to my ear, I might add. Too close.

I cut my eyes at him and from the corner of my eyes, saw Genevieve sashaying in a pink floral print, full-length kaftan dress leading this strange woman my way. Oh, damn! I should have been prepared for this, but I’m not. My breathing starts to hitch.

I motioned for Sam to pour me a drink; the guy was already on the job. I hear the Southern drawl of her voice coming closer. The sultriness of her drawling can only mean one thing… she has a potential client personally for me; who wants an all-nighter; I can see the never-ending greed in Genevieve’s eyes.

This woman she has with her has a hard glare trained on me with catty green eyes like she is assessing me. She is a red-headed beauty, wearing a purple lace camisole and black skirt, her purse and night bag bounce against her toned legs.

I glimpsed quickly at Genevieve, who forks an eyebrow, gazed back to this strange woman, and in a low, deep voice, I seductively said,

“Tell me what you came here for,” stroking the middle of her palm.

****To Be Continued…

©2016 Pamela E. Hester

#MusicMonday: Femininity


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Edited by: Pamela Hester

 

Hello everyone. I hope your weekend went well. Today’s post is a bit different. Wow, that sounds familiar.

Well, um, the song, Femininity is a song by Eric Benet that is seductive and oh so sensual. When I first heard this song, I was too young to be listening to it.

Femininity is:  the quality or nature of the female sex the quality, state, or degree of being feminine or womanly challenging traditional notions about femininity and masculinity… the women were visions of powerful femininity.                                      — Alan Shipnuck                                                                                                               (From Merriam-Webster)

A woman is powerful and is said to be dangerous when she is touched with her feminine and masculine side. Dangerous, huh? I won’t make this long because I might drag it out. Though I did wrote a post called, Paying Homage To Our Fierce Women.

At first I didn’t know if it would be..um… right to post something like this, but I was like, what harm can come from it. The lyrics are clean. There is not much else I can say to this except I won’t waste time rambling about it. And to tell you to check it out and I hope you enjoy it.

 

LYRICS:

[Intro]
Oh
Ooh what you do to me
Yeah yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Quietly, your silhouette approaches me
A vision far too lovely to define, hey, yeah
Tenderly, you take complete control of me
The feminine seduction of body, soul and mind, yeah

[Chorus]
Touch me, and I feel your femininity (Touch Me)
Girl, you’re the lady women want to be (Yeah)
Softly, you move when you’re making love to me
Love me every night with femininity (Femininity)

[Verse 2]
A child of innocence is how you look at me
But it’s the woman’s touch that makes it feel so right, so right
Your lips consume my deepest sensitivity
It feels so good, it makes me wanna cry (Make me cry)

[Chorus]
Touch me, and I feel your femininity (Femininity)
Girl, you’re the lady women want to be (Every women want to be)
Softly, you move when you’re making love to me (Make Love To Me)
Love me every night with femininity (Femininity)

[Bridge]
(Oh) Oh, oh, oh
Femininity
(Oh) Oh, femininity

[Verse 3]
Let me feel myself inside you once again
I love the way you say it’s just for me
A lady in the purest sense of elegance
But when the lights go down, girl, you’re making love
Strong, wild and free

[Chorus]
Touch me, and I feel your femininity (Oh, yeah)
Girl, you’re the lady women want to be (Every women want to be)
Softly, you move when you’re making love to me (You’re making love so softly)
Love me every night with femininity

Touch me (Touch Me), and I feel your femininity (Femininity)
Girl, you’re the lady women want to be (Oh)
Softly, you move when you’re making love to me (Softly)
Love me every night with femininity (Femininity)

[Outro]
I like the way you take control of me (Femininity)
(I love) You have a little certain quality (-Mininity)
Not many girls would ever dare to be (Femininity), No no
The lady that you are (Femininity)

Lyrics Source: Genius.com
Songwriters: Christian Warren & Eric Benét
Femininity lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Released Date: 09/24/1996

 

 

 

 

My Heart Will Always Belong To You #MondayBlogs #Fiction 


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My heart is ready and prepares for tonight, but my mind is still cloudy from wondering if she still feels the same way about me, about us.

As I put on my black pants with no underwear on, I began to take a long drag of the ganja from the metal tray sitting on the night table, and allow the smoke to fill my lungs.

The night awaits me like newfound freedom, and I anticipated seeing her since it feels like forever we last saw each other. I miss touching her soft skin, inhaling her rich inviting fragrance, and…and… I need to pull myself together because they need me downstairs. I won’t wallow in distress. I just want her to love me the way I love her.

Once downstairs, I noted that everyone is becoming acquainted with one another. The laughter is lively and glasses are staying filled. They were all dressed in their costumes for the “What’s Your Fantasy” theme.

The host and hostess of the night, my best friends who are using my house for this occasion, are busying themselves doing what they normally do; keeping everyone entertained and satisfied.

Typhan noticed me and broke free of his wife, Vivian’s hand and hurried my way.

Hey man! How’s it going?” He said with a megawatt smile.

“What’s up? I’m good. You saw Tracee?”

“Yeah. She’s with a red-haired woman.” When he said that, I immediately looked around and saw five women with red hair, but no Tracee. What the hell? I muttered. I turned hastily to Ty and he utters a “good luck” and winks before heading back to Vivian who waves my way and kisses her husband. I didn’t bother waving back; they carried on without a care in the world, unashamedly.

After receiving a glass of vodka from a server, I interacted with several women and men who participated in various activities. Soft jazz music flowed throughout the house, women in leotards sashay and giggle as they pass me, and I’m distancing myself from the crowd in desperate need to search for Tracee.

Not so long as I began my search, I spotted her swaying her hips seductively to the music of Boney James with her eyes closed. She looked so beautiful and amazing as she continues to dance to the beats of drums and the saxophone, opening and closing her robe to tease us. The way she moved had all who were there in a trance, including me.

After her sensual dance, I move over to her, watching her as her eyes watch my every move. She knows I would be here, granted this is my home, and which had used to be hers. I could still hear her screams still vibrating off the walls when I go to sleep at night.

“Ryan, how have you been?” She said to me. She tried to force a smile but failed.

“I’m sure you know. What about you?”

“Been busy with work and just thinking about things.”

“Things like what?” I had to ask.

Tracee cocks her head, glances down at me, her eyes linger a little too long at my waistband, and said, “You still wanna prove how much you want me to be with you?”

I swallow; hearing those words almost made me regret once saying them. I nodded slowly and walked away. Okay, let’s do this your way. I gave her a flattering smile, trying to act like a lion, but inside I’m a scared kitten.

On a black chaise, I lay wearing only my pants and shoes waiting for her. My heartbeat faster when the doorknob turns, and she enters like a goddess that she is in a black and red satin negligee with stilettos.

No words are needed at this point. Tracee arched an eyebrow and stood there with her left hand on her hip. She’s taking no prisoners. She demands an answer. People from her past had hurt her and/or gave false promises. I was no better. She feels I treated her unfairly and didn’t love her. I love her more than anything. I just want her to understand that I’m not used to expressing myself the way she wants.

“Ryan, I’m here and you haven’t said a word. You don’t tell me anything about how you feel about us. It’s like you don’t care.” I can hear the shakiness in her voice. It breaks my heart. Coming here, and telling me how it affected her had let me know all hope wasn’t lost.

“Darling, I love you. I would get on my knees. I would do anything for you. You have to understand how much you mean to me. There’s no one else who can make me feel the way you make me feel. My heart will always belong to you.  I will spend the rest of my life proving to you how much I love, cherish, and will support you.” Unexpected teardrops fell and it shocked me because I’m not one to cry.

She reaches up and wipes the tears from my face and we embraced. “I love you too,” she moans against my lips. The intense, fiery  energy consumed us. Nothing else matters.

We peel off our clothes and staggered over to the chaise where we made love to each other mind, heart, soul, and body.

© Pamela Hester- Written in 2017

SongLyricSunday- Beyoncé- Crazy In Love #music


Today’s theme, “madness” comes from Helen’s blog, This Thing Called Life On Word At a Time.

Have you ever been madly or crazy in love before?

This is the remix to the original, of course. I fell in love with the song over a decade ago when I thought it was “crazy” to go “madly” or crazy in love, but I know better now. Not necessarily crazy though. Ahem.

Though the feeling can really hit you with some…um… I’ll let you fill in the blanks. This version is more seductive and dark. I love the soundtrack more so than the movie. Wasn’t feeling it like that.

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]

You got me looking, so crazy, my baby
I’m not myself, lately, I’m foolish, I don’t do this
I’ve been playing myself, baby I don’t care
Baby your love’s got the best of me, your love’s got the best of me
Baby your love’s got the best of me, maybe you’re making a fool of me
You got me sprung, but I don’t care who sees
Cause baby you got me, you got me, oh you got me, you got me…

[Verse 2]
I look and stare so deep in your eyes
I touch on you more and more every time
When you leave I’m begging you not to go
Call your name two or three times in a row
Such a funny thing for me to try to explain
How I’m feeling and my pride is the one to blame, eeh
I still don’t understand
Just how your love can do what no one else can

Hook
Got me looking so crazy right now
Your love’s got me looking so crazy right now
Got me looking so crazy right now
Your touch got me looking so crazy right now
(Your love) Got me hoping you’ll save me right now
Your kiss got me hoping you’ll save me right now (your love)
Looking so crazy in love
Got me looking, got me looking so crazy in lo-o-o-ve

Produced by:  Margot & BOOTS            Written by: Beyoncé, Rich Harrison, Jay-Z, & Eugene Record.                     Release Date: February 10, 2015