A BAD, BAD Man...(part one)

The ride up the elevator was a quiet one. I hadn't been back from my trip with Myra for no more than maybe a few hours and Colony was already putting me to work. Quickly she flashed me one of those "n***@ don't act" smiles. Whenever she wanted me to "meet some people," there was always money involved. But the club was pretty lively tonight before we headed up the elevator, so this really had to be something interesting if she didn't want me to "work" the room downstairs

That chick was really something.

"Jan's been looking around for you," Colony said just as the door opened to the penthouse suite.

WTF!!! I hadn't heard from Jan (Dr. Rix) since the last time we were together...and now she's looking for me through Colony? Was something wrong? Was she ok? Why the hell did she have to go through Colony anyways?!?!?!

The retracting doors opened up to reveal a multitude of rowdy women all over the place. The music was loud and alcohol seemed to be flowing abundantly. Hoots and hollers came from all corners of the room as some of Colony's "other entertainment" pranced around the room. From the looks of it several of the rooms inside the suite; and by the looks of things, all kinda shit was popping off up in there. Probably was nothing more than a bachlorette party.

I was so wrong.

"Ladies...ladies," Colony interrupted. "Let me introduce you to a very talented associate of mine."

Again the catcalls came. Hell, I still had all my clothes on, but it was flattering nonetheless. I had a feeling that was about to change.

If Colony had to introduce me as someone special then she was probably going to give me away to the highest bidder or the one whom the party was for. Several of the women in the room giggled as I walked. But I would have to if I was them. Had you seen me walking through the room like a GQ centerpiece, you would have done it too.

Passing all the ass and muscles being thrown around the room, Colony led me over to a seating area where this fine ass chick, maybe at least 6 ft tall, had been straddled by this dancer and buddy was seriously swinging every inch of himself in her face. She held a bottle of Grey Goose in one hand and her leg up in the other...and that's when she spotted me.

Ever have one of those moments when you know you should've taken advantage of a situation that had presented itself, and something random just totally messed it up? Then you try your best to get things going again and it just never happens?

"That's her...," Colony pointed out. "Paying some good money too."

Oh I bet she did...

"Karima Ashlie...this is..."

Braylon Davis...

After all this time...She had been a diamond in the rough back in the day, yet though all these years, DAMN...

"You two know each other," Colony asked.

Karima was that one chick I was describing in one of those "I wish I could go back" scenarios. Like the way it had been set up, it was too perfect for us to not have hooked up that night.

Her warm, dark eyes displayed a maturity that I had noticed all those years ago. And from the looks of it, it had seemingly served her well. She hadn't grown above her 5'7 frame and she may have put on 5-10 pounds over the years, but to have watched her stalk around a party in some bad ass heels...

Her pecan skin was so smooth as my sure hands ran over her arms, tracing her structure in my embrace...over her shoulders and down her hips. Even in the dark, her matching bra and panties were as evident as her slightly intoxicated nature. Heavy flirting had guided us from bar to bar. Drink after drink gave us the consent that if only for this one time, two fond acquaintances could make up for lost time.

Even though I liked my titties a certain size (which she wasn't), I was still drawn to her curves as she slowly grinded against my waist. The small of her back rested against my abs as she continued to tease my thunder.

We never had come this far before, but it wasn't a secret that at that point, it was seriously all about a f**k. She might have not thought that far...or maybe she was way ahead of me and the cranberry and vodkas we had earlier were just clouding our judgement. I was horny...oh yes. Definitely...and so was she...

But if anything, my thoughts were not only to commit myself to her physical pleasure, but to her mental as well. P***y was some dime a dozen s**t to me back then just like it is now. It was cool to chase the cat a little, but the real fun was getting a woman to commit her mind to the thrill of what was about to happen. She wouldn't be treated like some drunken whore. With these hands, I'd just peel away her insecurities like a grape...and squeeze out ALLLLLLL that woman that often hid beneath those layers.

Kissing hadn't been my thing then, and it really still wasn't now, but watching her smile, rolling her tongue along a slight gap that undoubtedly turned me on, I couldn't help but wonder if--

"How long has it been?"

"Too long," Karima slyly replied"

"Last time I saw you out partying..."

A sheepish grin bore across her glossed lips. Might not have been a good idea to push the conversation that far, but nostalgia normally makes for the best convo amongst old friends.

"The last time you saw me partying," she started. "You, Mr. Davis, were being B.A.D."