"What am I doing?" I asked myself taking a second shower I didn't need.
Truthfully, I was also wondering why I was listening to Rashida Sikes when I should've been angry with her for getting me into another battle of wills. Once again my immediate past was demanding attention in the form of a former model, acquaintance, maybe friend? Honestly, I was still getting to know Shawnee when things started going sideways as I unintentionally shifted into my cousin's Jaquan's inner circle. This turned out to be a life change leading me to my current situation and by proxy Shawnee and Andre, her I guess, former boyfriend.
Thinking about the sexually tinged burn I'd just received made me angry unexpectedly hitting me where I lived. Shawnee decided to tease me to distraction probably also craving validation of her brand new look from a person who knew her beforehand. I chaffed at the memory of her eagerness to be accepted into what she perceived to be a rarified circle to the exclusion of all else. She'd freely partook of all the Kool-Aid she could drink and now she was blaming me for that decision.
I seized up at the memory of her aloof behavior that morning after I'd spent a momentous night with our mutual benefactor and mentor not knowing I was being vetted romantically. Shawnee was complicit in throwing bucket loads of shade my way even getting in a few shots of her own right at the tail end of things that morning. I'd been thrown from her car that morning after being accused of exploiting her for profit. Never mind she'd made the initial decision to join in on the "fun" assassinating my character and unceremoniously booting me out of the clique. I leaned forward at an angle supporting my weight with a palm flattened against the tiny shower wall.
"Motherfucker." I would be unbothered going forward.
It was refreshing taking that shower which gave me a second wind mentally speaking. Because of the broom closet size of the bathroom, the only way I was getting decently dressed was to leave the door wide open. So, I got dressed with my narrow ass out to the world. To take my mind further off things, I started to think ahead to Rashida's video shoot and how I could capitalize on it. I'd brought some of my equipment but wanted a drone to use to stockpile footage. I resolved to get Rashida to accompany me to a store to pick one up if only because Shawnee trusted her enough to give my muse a key.
"Oh shit daddy, you clean up nice." I turned finding her standing there watching. Rashida stepped to me doing the last few buttons on my black silken dress shirt. She was wearing a nice white floral printed high in the front low in the back maxi dress which while showing offer her stallion legs in the front, kept her sixty plus inches of online fame partially under wraps.
"I could say the same; how come you're not wearing some loud African deal?" I got a playful smack on the cheek as she smiled adjusting and straightening out my collar.
"I knew you'd say that shit. I guess I just wanted to do something, a little bit different tonight."
"You still wearing that badass thong under this dress?" Rashida chuckled giving me a smack to the butt followed by a peck on the same cheek she slapped.
"You've got a one track mind, but I like it daddy."
"So that's a yes, right?" We both shared a light moment.
We were interrupted by the chime of Shawnee's secure bedroom door which signaled her approach. My shoulders tensed up but I don't think Rashida noticed as we jointly watched the door open.
Shawnee stood there wearing this red cheongsam dress tightly fitted to her body from the neck to her newly cinched waist. It was glossy with its own ethnically themed floral print that started at the abdomen leading down to the material at her ankles. From the waist down to her ankles, Shawnee wore a skin-tight form fitting pair of mesh leggings just sheer enough to give you an impression of her light olive colored skin tone underneath. Wicked looking spike black ankle boots completed the look.. The dress had high slits on either side starting just above her waist.
Those dual slits on either side were utilitarian allowing her ridiculously wide and monstrous hips freedom giving Shawnee a uninhibited range of movement. Her lower half was visually staggering horizontally. I couldn't see the back, but it was an extreme case of "Ass So Fat You Can See It From The Front." Her wrists were adorned with a glimmering pair of rhinestone encrusted bangle bracelets. I glanced up past her childish features at the dual roundish buns on her rounded head. Shawnee was approximating the appearance of a video game character.
"Chun-Li?"
The static expression remained on Shawnee's face as her arm disappeared just inside the doorway leading to the enclosed bedrooms reappearing with a shoe box which she didn't hesitate to chuck at my chest. I caught it like an effeminate geek fumbling with it for a second while Rashida shot Shawnee a look.
"That payaso ain't gonna wear no shoes to the party?" Shawnee glared at both of us retrieving a small thin pocket book. She disregarded us checking its interior for a few seconds before walking out leaving us there. Rashida pressed into the door holding it open as I put on the glossy dress shoes inside the box. I glanced out into the hall.
My thoughts on Shawnee's ensemble were born out in the back view. Her enormous derriere made an appearance on either side of the deep slits in that red Chinese styled dress. A good portion of each sheer legging covered cheek would be on full display wherever we were going. I glanced up from my seat finding Rashida smirking as a realization came to mind.
"You didn't have anything that could beat that, huh?"
"Man, I'd have to walk into the party with nothing on to steal eyes from that bitch." We both started laughing as Rashida took my arm in a sign of good faith.
We looked like a couple walking a few feet behind Shawnee to the elevator. I couldn't help myself burning a hole in Shawnee's butt swaying as she walked in a way it never had before. The weight loss left no doubt that she was always going to be Ms. WTF on some level. Rashida snapped her fingers in front of my eyes wanting a bit of attention herself.
"Hey man, you better not be thinking about her when you're with me, later." Rashida whispered in my ear as we reached the opening elevator. I wasn't so sure Shawnee couldn't hear what was said.
"¡Mete tu culo pervertido en esa perra punk de ascensor! ¡Nigga, no te estás masturbando mientras estamos aquí!" Shawnee sounded heated standing there holding the door open glaring expectantly.
"HEY!!" I was roughly shoved into the elevator.
Before I could turn around Shawnee squeezed in obliged to actually turn sideways because of her ridiculously wide hips. Rashida got in right behind us forcing me to look at the paneled wall of the car as we rode down to the underground parking garage. I felt bad because Rashida was stuck playing referee between us knowing I'd promised to stick it out at least for the rest of the night. I was already struggling to remain unbothered. The underground parking garage was cavernous filled with cars that cost as much as my college student loans.
My eyes settled on a customized Escalade trimmed in gold as I noticed Shawnee side eyeing me while we walked through the enclosed space. It felt like she was equal parts flossing and throwing shade at the same time. I averted my eyes knowing how I mostly wore my emotions on my sleeve. I was coming up financially on the low but was nowhere near able to afford the things I was seeing on this trip. My id returned reminding me of Shawnee's apparent profession as evidenced in the videos I'd viewed in her early social media days.
