I was steadily cutting
hair when it hit me—pheroMona. My palms grew wet, my hands shaky when she
walked— or rather oozed—into the barbershop behind her essence.
I wish I could say she didn’t affect me, that she was just like the
others…but deep down, I know this is the chick I’ve got to keep on a
long leash—see her once or twice a month, otherwise I’ll lose myself in
her satin folds and be fiending like a crackhead, flashlight in the daylight time.
I’ve got to give it to her, Mona is cool as hell. She
doesn’t demand anything of me—no why-haven’t-you-called-I- don’t-see-you-enough stuff. Uh uh. Her policy seems to be like
mine: See you when I see you. And when I see her, damn! the seeing is
good! Hot, sweaty sex anyway we can imagine it. She once told me her motto
was: ‘Fuck fantasizing. Let’s do it.’ I couldn’t agree with Babygirl more. I’ve been to the mountaintop and she has too within
our four, private walls. She definitely lives up to her name ’cause she
has both of us moaning before it’s over.
I hurry to finish the heads
in front of her, hoping she doesn’t have to leave, which she is subject
to do if she waits too long. I can’t have that.
Her quick wit
and banter get me all stirred up. It doesn’t help that she is packing
an amazing body she conceals behind baggy clothes. It’s all good. What
they don’t know helps me. I almost threw the kid from the chair when I
finished him. Before his mother placed the money in my hand,
I’m waving for Mona to get into the seat. I tell you, her scent from a
distance is intoxicating, and up close…I damn near have to cross my
legs as I feel my Johnson rising. I discreetly squirted some breath
freshener in my mouth before turning back to her.
“Ah, Ms. Mona.
What do you need?” I asked in a sexy, but professional, voice. I really
wanted her to say it was me, but I already knew that in public, wasn’t
gonna be none of that.
“The usual—some off the top, clean up the
sides and back and do my eyebrows.” Her hands mirrored her words. I flicked the cape around her neck while my fingers
lingered on her back. I saw her smile reflected in the mirror. She’s
still feeling me.
“So, how’s life been treating you?” “Pretty good.
Yourself?” We begin the client-barber relationship. “Can’t complain.
Business is booming.” “I see.” Mona nodded at the full house. “You know, I
started to call you last night.” “But you didn’t. Oh well.” She gave me a
faint smile which told me that either I should have called or not mentioned that I’d thought about it and didn’t follow through in
the first place.
I switched the conversation to a safer topic. We joked
and laughed about everything and nothing. In truth, I was just trying to find things to say to hold her here just a little longer. She seemed to be in no hurry to leave either. Maybe we’re ready
to admit that the chemistry between us is more than a
once/twice-a-month long, luxurious romp in the hay? I don’t know. What
I do know is, I want to see more of her. Not just late at night either.
More like go out on a date in broad daylight or walk around the park
holding her hand.
What about your other women? My mind chided
me. Shoot, I can’t say I wanted her to be my only lover. No man will
admit that unless he’s ready to say those life- changing words: “I do.”
But I definitely wouldn’t mind spending up some more of her time
outside of the bedroom. Unfortunately, she won’t. I think it’s because
she’d asked me out a couple of time when we first started
kicking it and I turned her down. Heck, back then, I couldn’t afford to
be seen with any woman. That’s a quick way to make the honeys stop
running after you. Guess she knew the deal ’cause seems like after the third
time or so, she quit asking. Now when I ask her, she turns me down. Ain’t that a bee-itch?
I took my time combing, shaping, and
snipping here and there, all in an effort to keep her beneath my
capable hands for a few more minutes. We chit-chatted about the weather, sports and gossiped about common people we knew. I’d just
laid her back to do her eyebrows when this high yellow brother steps in the
door—Winn.
Now I know this cat from way back. Can’t say I can stand his ass, though. Always was too smooth from me. It didn’t help
that he’d gotten a shitload of money from a lawsuit. That just made the
chicks dig his tired ass even more. He looked around for a few seconds before
heading over towards my chair. I straightened up to find out what he
wanted. He walked right up to the chair and stopped opposite
me, Mona wedged between us.
“Whatup?” he said, nodding. “Nothing
much.” I was just about to add a ‘what can I do for you’ when, now you
aren’t gonna believe this mess here, he leaned over and kissed Mona
slap on the mouth. “Hey, baby,” Winn said, while stroking her neck. “Hey,”
Mona replied in what seemed like a breathless voice to me.
“Didn’t expect to see you here.” “Saw you car. Decided to see
when you’d be finished.” “Not long. We’ve got…” Mona had the nerve to look at
me and ask, “…what? Maybe five more minutes?”
You know I
was bugging. Mona won’t go out with me, won’t acknowledge that there is
anything more to us than me cutting her hair…but she kisses this chump
ass dude in my shop? The shop of the man that she’s boning a couple of times a month?
I had to take a step back and compose
myself before I answered. I was seriously thinking of doing some crazy
shit. Shit that had jail time attached to it. I can accept rejection but I can’t take disrespect.
“Yeah,” I said off-handed,
eyes bouncing away from the straight razor calling my name. “I’ll be
around. Hit me when you get out,” Winn said as his rubber lips pecked
her lips one more time. “Sure thing,” Mona replied before he left.
Now
the proper thing for her to do was try to apologize or attempt to lie
the situation away. She did neither. Instead, she took up the
conversation right where we’d left off like nothing at all had
transpired. But plenty had transpired! Just last week she was calling
me names that had me on the same level with the Deity, and today, she
disses me like I’m only her barber. I couldn’t let it pass.
“So you
and he are an item now?” I asked as calmly as I could and believe me
you, it took everything in me not to shout. She shifted uncomfortably
in her seat and closed her eyes, probably so I wouldn’t see the truth
in them, before answering, “Let’s just say, we’re seeing each other.” “Ahuh. Seeing each other. When did that happen?” I probed. It might have been improper friend/fuck partner/sidelay
etiquette, but we’d been kicking it for nearly a year and she hadn’t
never let me kiss her in public or anything else…yet she accepts a kiss
from another man in my presence? Some thangs gonna change
’round heah!
“Let’s talk about something else,” she said, waving the question away. What? There was nothing else I could see that
needed to be talked about except for what I’d just witnessed.
She began running her mouth about something I don’t even hear ’cause I’m in another zone. She stopped talking after a
few minutes since I never said anything else. To be honest, hell had
taken a hold of my body. My mind was running overtime. Scenes of the
last time we were together—soaping every crevice of her body, her nipples in my mouth, her fuck-faces imprinted on my brain—flashed
before my eyes.
My
manroot throbbed to probe and taste her nectar, disbelieving, or trying
my damnest, to disbelieve what had happened a few minutes ago. One of
my women flaunting another lover—and yes, they are screwing ’ cause you don’t just walk up and kiss somebody you’re just getting
to know—in front of my face? Uh uh. That dog don’t hunt.
My
hands are on autopilot as I scratched around my mind to find a way to
let her know the depths of my displeasure; the level I was willing to
go to not let this transgression pass. I considered the usual—slap
her butt up out the chair, put some “other man” drama on her, call
her out her name—but I just didn’t think it would “sting” like I wanted
it to. In fact, it would just have my boys johnning the shit out of me
about not having my woman in line and you know don’t no man want to
hear that!
By the time I’d trimmed the last hair in her
eyebrows, I knew what I was gonna do. I dabbed alcohol across the area before lifting her upright. I turned her towards the mirror
awaiting her approval. She smiled her pleasure at me. Wordlessly, I
unsnapped the drape and removed it.
As she rose from the chair, I quickly
turned her towards me then…slammed my mouth onto hers. I tongued her
just like we were in our own private paradise, sucking the breath from her lungs. Hands roamed and grabbed—hair, breasts,
hips—leaving her limp from the onslaught of desire.
I ignored
the catcalls and high fives of the people in the shop; blocked them all
out. This wasn’t about them, this was all about me, me and the bottled
up feelings exploding to the surface, ready for acknowledgment by
the world. Damn who knows or who they’re gonna tell! She needed to know
where my head was at. We might have been kicking it on the sly, but
there are some things you don’t do even if the relationship isn’t
serious.
My tongue vibrated like a cello in her mouth. I wanted her to remember how it had done the same thing on her clit. My hands
plunged into her neckline, pulling at her tight nipples. I expected her
to fight me off, try to slap me or something…but she didn’t. This made
me bolder. I knew where we were so there was no way I’d let things get too
far along…that is, until she palmed my butt and pulled “Johnson” up on her fertile ground.
Shit!
My nipples got rock
hard as I felt her pulsing beneath her thin pants, calling my Johnson’s
name. And believe me, he was answering back. Her hands wrapped around
my neck and I just let her. I needed to see how far I could take her…how far she’d let me go with this. My hands roamed her belly,
squeezing. Fingers tapdanced towards her lap, pulled the fabric of the
pants taunt. I could smell her juices; knew she wanted me all up inside
her, Winn be damned. When she lifted her leg just so…jackpot!
I
lifted my mouth from hers and stepped away. Mona staggered backwards,
eyes glassy with unfulfilled lust and maybe some shock. I didn’t know
and wasn’t trying to make sense of it. I just felt justified and
vindicated by my actions. Y’all know the spectators were glued to
their seats, eyes wide, ears straining to catch any words. I wiped the
wetness from around her mouth before I retrieved the money she still
held outstretched in her hands. I turned from her and made change as if
everything was normal. Giving her the remaining dollars, she looked
down at the money as if it were foreign before starring back at
me.
“W..wha…” Mona began, confusion making her stutter. “Shhh. We’ll
talk.” I gave her a smile and a lusty wink. She stood there another few
seconds before she noticed where she was and realized all eyes were
trained on us. The redness crept up her neck. Her lips trembled. Moisture collected in the corners of her eyes. I started to yell
out “Next!” but felt that would be cruel. I might be upset, but I’m
never cruel.
Mona gave out a long sigh then shook her head. She knew. Eyes down, she turned and stumbled out the door. When it had
closed firmly, I turned to the open mouths and wide grins of the folks
in the room. Puffing my chest outwards, I said to the expectant crowd,
“Now y’all know.” With that, I waved for the next client to sit in the chair. My point was
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