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Chapter 2

Sephora didn’t get an answer so she left a message, “Hey Dorian, maybe I can come over. Gimme a call.” Sephora rolled a j and found her favorite movie “Friday” on…the perfect combination. Right as Mr. Parker is about to throw that brick thru the Rev.’s window, Sephora’s phone rang. She could barely get “hello” outta her mouth she was laughing so hard.

“What got you over there with the giggles?” Dorian asked.

“I’m watchin Friday and Bernie Mac was bout to get a beat down!” Sephora said finally getting her laughter under control.

“Okay, Boo so your message said something about you coming over? You need my address and directions?”

“No sexy just the address my navi will do the rest.” Sephora purred into the phone. That weed had her in a “zone”. Dorian gave her an address in Laurel off of Route 1. Sephora was somewhat familiar with the area. Sephora told Dorian she would be there in an hour or so and would call when she was close. Sephora had already showered so she went upstairs and stripped off her Victoria’s Secret lounge set. She put on a pair of skinny jeans, low cut top and some stilettos. 30 minutes later she was locking her front door about to depart on a journey of sexual yearning. She hopped behind the wheel, started the car and punched Dorian’s address into her Garmin navi system. As she drove she wondered if she should be doing this. But its not like Reggie has never cheated. Once she knows of, with this chick named Cherri, so there are probably more ho’s n late night fucks that she doesn’t know about.

“Got damn! Look @ the ass on that bitch! Is she new?” Marc asked Reggie about the chocolate skinned chick who just hit the stage.

“Yeah she must be. I aint neva seen her before.”

“I might have to try to fuck that, ya dig?” Marc said slurring his words. Reggie knew Marc was all talk. He wasn’t fuckin nobody but Kima tonight.

“So why you mad that Sephora wanna fuck that chick @ her job? Shit nigga let them get in good n tight, maybe fuck a couple times without you. Sephora gonna realize that she could have the best of both worlds if she just invite you in and BOOM!!! You in threesome-ville baby!!” Marc shouted over the music. Marc wished Kima would be willing to try something like that.

“That’s the thing, she didn’t say she wanted to fuck the girl but I blew up about it anyway. So now I know it’s a no go. If I cant even talk about it without getting in my feelings whats gonna happen if we DO hit the sheets? I just cant deal with the thought of Sephora fuckin some1 else…even a female.” Reggie had done so much dirt over the years he knew it was bound to catch up to him one day. And wouldn’t this just be the kicker?

“What you thinkin bout bro? What goes around comes around? Karma is a bitch you know?”

“Yeah that’s exactly what I’m thinkin. Well it is what it is huh?” Reggie reasoned. He didn’t like when he and Sephora were @ odds. He took his phone out to text her that he was sorry and he wanted to make up when he came back. Just as he started to type out the message Cherri asked, “You wanna private dance, daddy?”

Cherri was a chick that Reggie knew from high school. She was the good girl gone bad. And he loved bad girls. Reggie slid his phone back into his pocket. Cherri took him by the hand and led him to the private area. Watching Cherri’s phat ass swish from side to side as she walked and thinking about her mouth wrapped around his dick caused and instant erection. His thoughts of Sephora and apologizing completely faded.