DONNA
“Ladies, may I have your attention,” Tabitha Creed requested from the head of the table. “Will you join me over here?” She gestured to an area in front of a giant stone fireplace. “The staff has furnished us with canvases for the creation of art that will no doubt rival the Mona Lisa.”
After some overexaggerated, drunken laughter, the ladies abandoned the dinner table.
“Dinner was amazing!” Bella gushed. “I mean dayum!”
Bella chuckled. “The chef dude, huh?”
“Ladies!” Tabitha called. “Please take a seat in front of a canvas.”
Donna took the seat next to Bella. She felt the furrow of her brow when she witnessed something that she wasn’t supposed to.
Niyah, Bella’s good friend and bride’s maid, had purposely avoided taking the seat next to her.
It could have been as simple as her wanting to leave the seat free for Taylor.
After all, she was the matron of honor. But it didn’t look that way to Donna.
“Well, ladies, it has been a pleasure, but this is where I leave you,” Tabitha announced.
Bella’s mouth flew open.
“Where are you going?” Donna questioned while Bella struggled to find the words.
Tabitha turned to Victoria with a grin, prompting her to walk up to whisper something in her ear.
“I gotta go see a man about a dog,” Tabitha told her with a giggle.
“A big dog?” Victoria prodded.
“Woof!” Tabitha barked in a voice too deep for her petite feminine frame.
Donna fell over with laughter. The Creed matriarch was in rare form, which was perfect for hosting a bachelorette party. She made her rounds, kissing and hugging all the ladies before leaving.
Donna swiveled in her seat, trying to jimmy the thong from her highly irritated ass cheeks. “Are we supposed to be painting this fireplace?”
“I don’t think so,” Bella muttered with a frown. “I mean it’s nice, but I’m not inspired.”
“Now, that’s inspiring!” Victoria shouted over the murmurs.
Donna looked up just a beast of man entered wearing a black hooded robe. “Awwww, shit.”
The man was black as night, sexy as sin, and finer than them thin edges under the glue of a bad lace-front. He was tall and sturdy like an oak tree with nice lips and an ass-tickling beard.
“Y-yeah, yes, I... I am inspired,” Niyah stuttered with a glossy look in her eyes, -which reminded her…
She turned to Bella, intent on asking her why Niyah was acting weird.
But loud whooping and hollering from the rear captured Donna’s attention.
Her head swiveled around, and all she saw were big eyes and wide mouths.
She turned back to see what the ladies were looking at.
To her utter fucking delight, the sexy, black man had dropped his robe.
“Fatha Gawd!” someone crowed from behind.
“Ooooh, shit!” Donna squawked.
“Ay, Dios mio, baby boy!” Maria cat called. She turned to Taylor and Bella. “Do you ever missit?”
Donna laughed at the confused look on their faces.
“Miss what?” Bella asked.
“The big black dick!” Donna blurted Best Man-movie style.
“Huh?” Bella queried in her drunken state.
“The big black dick!” Niyah bellowed, louder than she’d intended. “Do you miss it?”
“Not as long as the big beige dick is doing its thang!” Victoria shouted.
“Amen!” Bella agreed.
“Gawd is good!” Donna proclaimed.
“All the time!” Niyah added with hands raised to the heavens.
“Every last one of you blasphemous women are going to hell!” Kena shouted over the rowdy women.
Even though she was hard to miss in the slutty, secretary costume, Kena was so quiet, Donna had forgotten she was there.
“Okay, okay, ladies. Let’s get started,” Taylor urged, grabbing a brush. “It’s time to paint this beautiful man. But, please, feel free not to rush. Take your time to do this nice man justice.”
The women laughed and did as instructed. Though she couldn’t be sure about doing him justice, Donna grabbed a paint brush.
“Oh, my gosh,” Kena breathed. “Where do I begin?”
“I’m starting with his dick!” Victoria blurted.
“Damn! I mean he is quite the looker, but I wouldn't fuck him,” Maria revealed, eliciting a grin from the naked man. “Like, his dick is fucking huge.” She turned to Donna. “Would you insert a dick that big into you?”
Donna nodded. “Yep. Yes, ma'am, I do at least four times a week if we’re in the same city.”
Maria’s eyes grew wide. “Really?”
“I’m with Maria,” Taylor corroborated. “That’s a lot of dick.”
Donna heard the brushes hit the table. Without looking up, she knew exactly why.
“Bitch!” Bella cursed. “What did you just say?”
Taylor glared at Bella. “What? Where is the lie? You gotta admit his dick is abnormally large. I’m just saying… It would be lot.”
Victoria blew out a frustrated breath. “Hoe, we saw the video!”
Taylor's face twisted with disgust. “What?” she hissed.
“We saw the video!” Victoria repeated. “We know that you are well acquainted with an abnormally large dick, First Lady.”
Taylor slammed her paintbrush on the table and looked around. “So, y’all actually watched the video?”
The majority of the women looked down as a silent admission of guilt. Even the staff worked busily to avoid eye contact. Taylor looked up at the model. With a shrug and a nod, he didn’t bother to hide that he’d seen it.
And then there was Victoria Fucking Storm!
“Damn right, I sure did. I broke my neck to see it, and I couldn’t get to it fast enough. Congratulations, sis!”
Laughter roared throughout the room.
Taylor rolled her eyes. “Y’all some weirdos.”
“Mrs. Creed, I didn’t watch the video,” Kena proudly proclaimed.
Taylor sucked her teeth. “Thank you, Kena.”
Donna leaned closer and whispered, “Don’t thank her. She lying her ass off.”
Bella dropped her head and laughed at her sister. “No doubt about it, friend. She lying.”