Chapter 3
NYAKO – VACATION & R&R
PRESENT DAY
“You’re going to miss your flight,” Aoko fussed as she pushed me toward the door.
“I’ll be fine, Koko,” I stated, calling her by her nickname. “Chill out, won’t you?”
“No, you’re running late already. You should be running down the sidewalk. You’re moving at a snail’s pace.”
Aoko was a pain in my side whom I loved dearly.
She was not only my baby sister, but she also served as my PA.
Aoko and I had visited Telluride for a few days.
I was heading home to Cherokee Springs, Georgia, but she was going to California to meet up with some friends there and then return home.
I took three days off to spend with my sister, but she would spend three more days in Cali before returning home and resting up from her vacation.
We were in the process of launching my fashion magazine.
Curves & Mocha had been my brainchild since the rise of my career.
I wanted to create a fashion magazine that was not only for black girls, but women with curves.
I didn’t think there were enough magazines that represented girls who looked like my sisters and friends.
I wanted to provide a platform for aspiring models who wouldn’t have to go through what I had. Sure, there were plus-sized models out there, but I wanted them to have even more options. I wanted to represent our girls from sizes 8 through 40.
I pulled the door open and turned back to my sister. “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I would think you were trying to sneak someone in after I left.”
“Well, you don’t know any better because I’m not. I’m meeting someone in California. I mean, what’s a vacation without a big dick?”
“This has been a vacation.”
“No. This has been some time with my big sister. What I’ll be sitting on when I get to Cali will be a vacation—and you, my dear sister, should be flying out with me because there are plenty of big dicks just waiting to be ridden.”
I turned my nose up at her. “I’ll pass.”
“Pass or don’t pass. Just go. Because if you don’t leave, then I can’t leave. I don’t have time to sit around babysitting you while you wait for the next flight.”
Screwing my nose up as we headed down the sidewalk toward the waiting car together, I disputed her statement. “You wouldn’t have to babysit me.”
She stopped and planted her hands on her thick hips.
Staring back at me, she replied, “Uhm, . . . ma’am.
Have you met you? I would have to be here making new arrangements for another rideshare, flight reservations, rental reservations when you get home, and moving all types of meetings around on your calendar. That would not be fun for me.”
I stuck my tongue out at her and replied, “That’s not babysitting me, ma’am. It’s simply making sure that my affairs are in order.”
“And I already did that before we went on vacation,” she replied before sticking her tongue back out at me.
We walked a few more steps before the driver hopped out and helped me with my bags. Aoko threw her arms around me and kissed my cheek as I leaned down.
“I want you to go to Cali and have fun. You need some R & R.”
“I know that I do. I work for this slave master who pops her whip every chance she gets and never takes pity on my poor soul,” she murmured into my shoulder.
I released her and turned my lips down. She laughed and replied, “I’m kidding.
You know that I love working for you. It’s a privilege and an honor. ”
I kissed her cheek and replied, “It’s a blessing being able to have my sister work for me. Anyway, have fun, and I’ll see you when you get back.”
“Okay. Toodles.”
“Aoko?”
“Yeah, Nya?”
“Don’t do anything that I wouldn’t do.”
“Trust me. I’ll be doing all the things you’re not. Like riding and sucking big dicks. Besides, you don’t do anything anymore.”
My eyebrows lifted, and my eyes widened in embarrassment. Leave it to my sister to embarrass me. I rolled my eyes, hopped in the car, and settled in for the ride.
We had spent an amazing three days in a cabin in Telluride, Colorado, where we had been skiing, touring the town, shopping, and all the things we could think of.
We flirted with men, ate more than our share of delicious foods, drank the best wines and gourmet hot chocolate, and took selfies for my social media accounts.
At thirty-three, I had walked my last runway and put on my final show in a farewell tour hosted by Varner Talent Agency, Noir Magazine, and Francesca Monet, the fashion designer.
For the last fourteen years, I had toured the world as one of the world’s top models. It wasn’t easy getting there, and I had paid my dues, but it had all paid off. Now that I was leaving that lifestyle behind, I was ready to write my own next chapter.
That chapter included launching a fashion magazine and a clothing line. I had been working on the idea with my agent, Tara Murphy, for the last few years, and I was so close to seeing my dream manifested.
This leg of the journey would require my sister and I be much busier out the gate. I knew that things wouldn’t ever be relaxed and chill, but I knew that in time it would settle down. Until then, we would have to hit the ground running, which was why I advised her to take a couple of weeks off.
It was no surprise to me that my sister planned to get her some while she was in California.
Hell, she deserved it, and so did I. It just wasn’t at the top of my agenda.
I needed some dick badly because it had been over three years, but I would wait until the right dick came bouncing along.
Besides, I had no place in my heart for relationships any longer.
After the fiasco with JoJo, I was burned out on relationships.
I had sunk into depression for an entire year, barely able to fulfill job bookings and contracts, but I did it, thanks to Aoko.
The last thing I needed was another bad relationship.
I hoped at the end of her vacation she would be ready to work hard, because it was going to take a lot of hard work to bury my emotions and forget my pain. Before that day came, I needed to find something to get into to relieve my stress, too, or more accurately, someone to get up under.