Chapter One #4
Also, I'm extra enough to wash my pussy with a different towel than I do the rest of my body.
I'm not a germophobe or anything, but I watched one of those health and wellness documentaries and it was mentioned that using the same towel as the rest of your body on your pussy can cause the bacteria to mesh and from that moment on I used different towels.
As if that's not extra enough, I have custom-made towels stitched with my first initial on one and my last initial stitched on the other.
I only used one initial on one part of my body that I'd never use for the other.
Fully washed and cleaned, I stepped out the shower and walked over to my slightly foggy mirror and brushed my teeth, including flossing, rinsing with Listerine,and scraping my tongue.
Immediately after, I washed my face thoroughly, causing me to look like a grease ball since I applied many serums and moisturizers but it made my skin appear like glass, so it was well worth it.
I couldn't lotion my body down and put my clothes on fast enough, I was so excited to call it a night and go to bed, but I needed to eat, so I slipped my feet into some slippers, grabbed my phone, then trotted inside my kitchen and flicked on the light switch.
While I was moseying around in my pantry looking for something to snack on, my phone lit up again.
It was a phone call from my best friend, Nya.
"Hello," I chimed into the speaker, answering the phone not a minute later.
"Why you ain't answer the first time I called?" She interrogated me.
Scrunching up my face in confusion, I scrolled to my notifications and there was a missed call from her.
"I was in the shower when you called, you don't want shit no way," I teased her.
After probing around in my pantry, I finally settled on Ritz sour cream and onion toasted crackers and some Sweet Hawaiian sub rolls so I could prepare a sub sandwich.
"Have you spoken to your boo today?" She released a muffled giggle, sounding like she was stuffing her face too.
"What boo? Nya, please don't start no bullshit."
Nya knew about all my late-night flings, including the ones who I engaged in video content with, because Lira wasn't the only one.
Her pea-shaped brain would lead her on with there was always more to it than it seemed because I considered them to be regular customers now and in order for somebody to spend a bag on me, there had to be something else going on other than a business transaction.
"You know who I'm talkin' 'bout."
"I honestly don't." I muttered nonchalantly as I waltzed around my kitchen to raid my cabinets and refrigerator with all the necessary items I needed to make my sub.
"Dose," she said. "He's on Instagram Live talking about you."
My brows furrowed in confusion. "Why would he be talking about me?"
"I don't know, maybe you should go on there and find out."
"Girl please," I sucked my teeth and waved her off as if she was in front of me. "Don't start no bullshit with me. I'll hang up on yo ass," I warned her, playfully.
"Fine," she popped her tongue. "Suit yourself, are we still on for the album release party tomorrow night or do you have to cancel for work?"
"Naw, I told you I'm free."
Unlike a few of my icky-ass family members, Nya considered what I did to be a job, regardless of what the requirements consisted of.
"Are we getting dressed at my house or yours? You know what, forget that I asked, I don't feel like getting my car out the impound fucking with the folks in your complex again," she nagged.
"Girl," I giggled. "That was one time and I told you to start putting your visitor pass where they can see it."
My neighborhood was strict about visitors parking their cars unwarranted.
There was designated parking and if you parked in someone's spot your car would get towed, which is another reason why I rarely had company outside of her.
For the hassle, I paid for it to be released, but no one should have to go through that, but ever since then she swore not to come over ever again, even after I gave her a parking pass.
"I'm not falling for it, but I can't wait to pop out and look grown and sexy. I just might grab a bitch's baby daddy, just to show mine that I still got it."
"Yeah," I carried on. "You'll get your head knocked between the washer and dryer for playing with that man. Don't have him canceling our girls' night because you want to be on bullshit."
"Whatever, but when you come over, make sure you bring those curling irons I like, because I may need you to touch up my hair and bring the glue. When I went to the gym, I kind of overdid it," she spoke, mentioning my high-ass T3 curling iron that cost too much money to be lending out.
"You're so damn needy, what's the point of wearing a frontal wig if you can't maintain it?"
"Because, bitch, I have a best friend, who can do it for me," she snapped, mentioning me. "Text me when you get up. I know I'll wake up way before you anyway though."
"I will."
"I'm serious about the curlers, Samiya, don't forget them. You can forget the glue, but those curlers—"
"I won't—" I cut her off to say, then hung up.
After disconnecting the call, I released a low snicker as I placed my phone on the marble countertop. Just as I did that, my screen lit up with a text from her.
Hoe-ass bitch!
I didn't bother replying. To be petty, I ought to not bring my curlers, but she'd throw a hissy fit and I'd be dressed for nothing, making her cancel over small shit.
Standing on my tiptoes, I reached for the glass can of banana peppers to go on my sub, then sauntered back over to the refrigerator to get a cucumber. In the midst of placing American cheese and black forest ham on my sub, and putting it in the air fryer to toast it, my mind drifted off to Dose.
He was a hot commodity and produced similar porn content, way more exclusive than I did.
I'd prowled over a few of his videos to know that he could fuck good and he had a big-ass mandingo dick, but it never went further than that.
He looked to be no older than twenty-five, way out of my league, because nothing about dating a young nigga entices me.
Of course, for more reasons than one. They're all childish, can't hold a decent conversation and don't have proper mannerisms to court me.
Like any other realm, because we produce some of the same content, we followed each other on various social media sites and he'd send me heart eyes on my stories and say mannish shit, but I never entertained it.
There were rumors going on around the media that he had a girlfriend and I don't fuck with married men.
He never cleared them up, so I believed them.
Women gawked over him and I'd be lying if I didn't say he was fine, but I'd never be turned on mentally for a young nigga.
But my curiosity was piqued at what he was saying about me and whatever jabs he was taking.
For a long time, he made my upper lip curl, because he'd make comments on his live saying I was too old to be filming adult content and I had gray pussy hairs.
Him saying comments like that made me hot as fresh grease and for a while I kept him blocked so I wouldn't see it.
Yeah, a few of my pussy hairs were gray, but he didn't have to call me out like that.
It took all of five grand for me to unblock him and I did, but I didn't bat an eye.