“I’m supposed to leave you in the room with her alone? Dre, who is this? You aren’t being fair,” Toya pouted while stomping her feet like the brat that she had become since fucking with me.
“Hold on, let me get my girl situated, and then I’ll be back,” I told the masseuse and she gave me a soft smile.
“Go ahead and take your time. I need to finish setting up anyway,” she said.
I turned around and walked to the bathroom with Toya. I gently pushed her inside, flicked on the lights and locked the door behind us. I picked her up by her waist and sat her down on the counter. I needed to talk some sense into her because her spoiled ass was already fuckin’ up the flow of shit.
“Why you acting like that, T? Why you not going to let a nigga enjoy his birthday present in peace?” I asked her, leaning up and kissing her around her neck.
She smelled so good, and I couldn’t help but to adore her as she had this pissed off look on her face.
“That’s the surprise? What is she supposed to do?” Toya asked, with wide eyes. I could tell she
wasn’t feeling this shit.
“She’s going to give you a massage,” I said, leaving out what type of massage it actually was.
“What type of massage? Why can’t you give me one? Why you got to have some random bitch come in here touching me?” Toya fussed.
I pulled her body into mine and wrapped my arms around her waist.
“A massage that’s going to make your body feel good. I thought you said that you were going to do anything to get out the doghouse?”
“Yeah, but damn, I didn’t think it would be to the extreme,” she said, still not going with the flow.
“Trust me, bae, you’re going to love it. Go get in the shower, and when you finish, throw that robe on over there,” I said, pointing to the robe that was hanging on the rack.
“You not getting in the shower with me?” she asked with a defeated look on her face.
“We going to have our fun, baby, just get in the shower,” I said. After I lifted her up off of the counter, I exited the bathroom.
“Is she okay?” the sexy ass masseuse asked me.
Normally, the females on the massage room videos were white, but I wanted me a black girl. This specific girl that was standing in front of me right now was black and she was fine. Her skin color was a few shades darker than caramel, and she stood at about 5’7”, with long, jet black curly hair. She had a small waist and a fat ass, just the way I liked them. She was dressed in her uniform, which consisted of a white tank top that clung to her body like a glove, and a pair of white, see through tights that made her camel toe very much noticeable.
“Yeah, she good. She was just caught off guard because I didn’t tell her what was going on. I told her that it was a surprise,” I said. “What’s your name by the way?” I asked because I didn’t want to keep referring to her as the masseuse or the bitch.
“I’m Alisha,” she said, reaching her hand out for me to shake. I shook it.
“So, Alisha, what’s your specialty? What type of shit you like to do while giving these massages? I’m going to need you to loosen my girl up because right now, she ain’t feeling this shit,” I said, walking over to the bed and taking off my suit jacket.
“I specialize in making a woman feel good, and I can eat the fuck out of a pussy. I’m dying to see what hers tastes like. No offense to you, but that bitch is beautiful,” Alisha said, and I honestly didn’t take offense to it at all.
“Your head game going to have to be official because she’s used to getting her pussy eaten damn near every day, so you gone have to come with it. But for now, just give her the massage and I’ll watch,” I said.
“Damn, I was hoping you was going to join us.”
I shook my head. “If I do join, it’s to please my woman. Her ass is selfish as hell, and she not going to even let you touch my dick, so don’t even think about it,” I said as I walked over to the chair and took a seat.
I watched as Alisha pulled out the different oils from her bag, and I went in my suit jacket and pulled out my blunt that I was smoking on earlier in the club. Just as I was in a good smoking session, Toya came out with the hotel robe wrapped around her. The makeup that she had on before her shower was no longer on her face. Call me crazy, but I loved how she looked right there, without the makeup and shit. Her hair was still in its curls and she still looked beautiful as ever.
“Come here,” I motioned with my fingers for her to sit on my lap.
She walked over to me and sat down on my lap while I put the blunt out.
“You okay, baby? Trust me, she going to make you feel good. This the birthday present that I want, and you are the shit for fulfilling this nasty fantasy of mine,” I said, and she gave me a small smile.
I knew Toya well enough to know that she didn’t want to do this shit, period, but she was taking one for the team.