4. Kayori
Chapter Four
KAYORI
Stepping out of my Comfort Zone
Feeling real accomplished, I looked at myself in the floor-length mirror and smiled.
My make-up was done to perfection and I felt secure and positive with myself.
I placed my false mink lashes on perfectly and you couldn’t tell if I had scars or not.
It was Friday night and Lay convinced me to go out and celebrate my new job at the hottest club in Vegas.
I checked out my outfit and felt pleased.
I got the outfit for fifteen dollars on sale a Ross with some sexy sandals that wrapped up my thick legs stopping under my kneecaps.
I wore an all-black sweater dress that stopped over my knees.
“Oh, hell nah! You will never get none dressing like that at the hottest club in Vegas! See that’s why I went to the mall and copped you something sexy as fuck.”
Rolling my eyes, Lay tossed me the bag of clothes. I noticed a pair of heels were in there as well. Sighing, I pulled the dress out and sighed again. I was not that confident to sport something like this.
“I’m not taking no for an answer Kay, so go ahead and get dressed. I’ll see you in the living room. I already pre-gamed. We gotta celebrate big tonight!”
She left me struggling with my thoughts as I convinced myself it was only for the night.
When I pulled the dress out and got a good look at it, my first mind wanted to put it back in the bag and return it to the sender.
I didn’t want Lay to think I was so unappreciative and such a party pooper so I opted out.
I was plus size but not sloppy. Everything on me was well proportioned.
I only had a small pouch for a stomach and a little bit of cellulite on my thighs.
It wasn’t bad but I noticed it. The main insecure part of my body was my arms and this dress left my arms exposed, making me want to get a jacket to go with the black mini dress.
The whole back to the dress was gone, leaving my two small rolls in the back exposed so I chose to wear my hair down and throw a couple of loose curls in it to cover the baby rolls up.
I had to take my bra off because a black bra strap wouldn’t go with the thin-strapped mini dress.
Thank God my double D titties sat up at a little attention.
When I turned sideways, my eyes damn near popped out of their sockets when I see how much of a deep cuff the dress gave my ass.
It was definitely an attention grabber. I stared at myself for a very long time, and then I finally approved.
The last step was the heels. They weren’t that high but it was enough to know at the end of the night my feet would be hurting.
I sprayed a little Versace bright crystal on then went to my jewelry box.
I opted out of my gold bamboos. They were too ghetto for this look.
I put on a pair of diamond stud earrings with the thin diamond necklace that was left behind by my mom and was satisfied.
Every time I dressed myself, I had to stare at myself in different lightings just to make sure I looked the part.
Especially if I wore make-up. I wanted to make sure my scars were concealed and my face looked flawless.
Standing in the bathroom mirror now, I made sure my red lipstick was perfect.
I noticed one of the small scars on my forehead not covered well enough and decided to add a couple of baby hairs to complete the look.
Feeling fully satisfied and sexy with myself, I gave myself a pep talk.
Maybe just maybe I could score a date, not to make anything serious but to get laid for once and let him go.
When I stepped into the living room, Meshalay was putting her blunt out in the ashtray.
With slight red eyes, she looked up at me and smiled wide making me feel even better.
Standing to her feet, she walked around me and clapped her hands, slapping me on my bodacious booty. I laughed at her crazy tail self.
“If I was a nigga, I’d bend that ass over right now!”
She bit her fist and fake grabbed her imaginary dick causing me to blush.
“Whatever. Let’s go heifer, and I’m not staying out long.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah!”
She picked up her small Gucci purse and we headed for the door.
My best friend looked good. She even had on a similar black mini dress like me.
I was the happiest I had been in a long time.
With the pay from my new job, I could save two thousand a month and pay for my momma's house in Cali. I was going to work it until I found a better job and start back writing. I wanted to gain a big fan base to become the next big author in the urban fiction world. I didn’t plan on working for Praise very long, although his daughter was a sweetheart.
I just didn’t want to get caught up in any illegal activities like my brother did.
Men like him felt like the world was at his feet and I was not going to be one of the people falling to his feet to meet all his family’s needs.
His baby’s mother seemed like drama. I stayed away from women like her as well.
I wanted a peaceful normal life and being involved with a job like that could bring on security with money but hell within my life.
I pushed my thoughts out of my head for the night.
I was always weighed down with worry and fear, doubts and calculating things to put myself at ease.
Tonight, I told myself that I would let go and really just try to enjoy myself.
We arrived at the club and I was amazed upon entrance.
It reminded me of the show I loved to watch called Power Club.
It had huge chandeliers with a big open dance floor.
You could tell the VIP sections screamed rich folks only.
Especially the attire people wore, I was thankful that Meshalay bought me this outfit to make me look like I belonged.
We made our way to the bar and I was thankful for that.
I needed a couple of shots to loosen me up.
Looking over at my best friend, I smiled at her.
She was effortlessly beautiful. Her skin was glowing, she was light skin with a nice tan, standing about five foot seven inches tall and was built slim thick.
Her high cheekbones gave her a hell of sex appeal.
After my third shot, I started feeling it.
I was snapping my fingers to the music. I felt bold enough to stand up and rock my hips to the beat.
Meshalay danced with me up until her man Stone met us on the dance floor.
He danced with us to a couple of songs then asked us to come to his VIP section.
Following them, I silently wished I had gone and got one more shot just for more liquor courage.
I silently prayed that my new boss was not with them.
When we made it there I relaxed and got comfortable.
Praise didn’t take me as the type anyway to be out and exposed to the club scene.
He seemed so lowkey and private. Picking up the bottle of Ace of Spades, I poured myself a small cup and hit my vape.
The same men that were at my interview were in the section except for Praise.
Another handsome gentleman was there as well and he eyed me lustfully.
“Damn Ms. Lady. You did a three-sixty from earlier this week! You look sexy as fuck! What happened to the scars?” Teflon asked.
I didn’t give him attitude since he was my boss's brother.
I laughed off his rude comment and smiled as I took a small sip of my drink.
He got the picture and left me the hell alone.
Guys like Teflon were shallow as hell and ignorant.
I refused to give him any of my good energy so I continued to vibe up until I heard the DJ make an announcement.
“Awww shit! We got the boss man Beast up in this bitch! It’s time to bring out the strippers and more bottles!”
He spun another song as everyone got hype.
Praise strolled through the club casually with five bodyguards on each side of him, front and back.
He looked good as hell. He rocked a collared Polo white shirt and some blue-washed jeans that sagged a little showing the top print of his Polo boxers.
He had a nice tapered fade with his goatee giving his facial structure sex appeal.
Each time he smiled, those sexy dimples sunk in deeper.
His gray eyes glowed under the club lighting causing my lady parts to clench.
Taking my eyes off of him, I had to think of a way out of this section and away from him so I stood to my feet and told Lay I had to run to the restroom.
I avoided eye contact with everyone including Praise who was almost four feet away.
Ic made my way back to the bar to have another shot to calm my nerves.
I didn’t want to be partying in the same section as my boss and I needed to get my thoughts in control while being in the same place as him.
I would never mess with him even though I knew even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t be his type.
I felt too exposed and uncomfortable with what I had on anyway.
He was my boss and mixing business with pleasure was an unprofessional thing to do.