Chapter 6 #2
As if it pained him, Beretta fixed my shirt and pulled away from me. Without a word, he got out of the car and walked around to open my door.
And this time, I grabbed his hand as we walked into the building. I finally felt like we were on a date, and it made me a little giddy with excitement. Was this how normal women felt when they were courted by a man they liked? If so, I could definitely see the hype.
Inside, we had to sign a waiver and listen to some boring-ass rules I barely caught because Beretta’s thumb caressed my hand the entire time, and his touch was all I could focus on.
Once we were inside the room, the instructor closed the door, and Beretta asked, “You ever done one of these before?”
“Nope.”
He shook his head. “We gonna be locked in here forever.”
“I think they said they don’t actually lock the door.” I had caught that part of the boring instructions.
“You was payin’ attention?” he asked with his brows hiked up.
I bit my bottom lip before responding. “Not really.”
“Me neither.” He chuckled.
“I guess we should look around?” I said it more as a question because I wasn’t really sure.
He shrugged but glanced at a bookshelf beside us. I reached it first, though.
“Move,” he said as he bumped me out of the way.
I shoved him. “No, you move.”
He poked me in my side, and I shrieked. “Better get out my way.”
I stomped my foot. “Fine. I’ll look over here.”
Fighting with him was not supposed to be in the plans for the day, so I moved over to a desk in the corner and poked around. I yanked a pen holder off the desk, and it broke.
“Hey, don’t move things that are bolted down. You’ll have to pay for that!” a voice over the loudspeaker shouted, and I jumped before my eyes narrowed.
“I ain’t payin’ for shit!”
“Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to leave the room,” the voice said.
I glared around the room as if I could see the person speaking. “Y’all got cameras up in here? Kinda freaky ass shit—”
“Ma’am, we went over this just a couple of minutes ago—”
“Aye, man, I paid money for me and my lady to be here. I’ma need you to pipe the fuck down and let us solve this fuck-ass puzzle so we can get out of here and I can slide up in that good ass pussy she’s holding up in those jeans, unless you want me to bend her over this desk and really put a show on for you,” Beretta snapped.
It was silent for a moment before the voice came back over the loudspeaker. “You’re both going to have to leave.”
“Leave my ass! This is our first date, and you are not about to ruin it,” I barked.
Beretta massaged my shoulders. “It’s okay, Juicy. Let daddy handle this.” He tilted his head up to talk to the weirdo watching us. “Aye, I’ll slide you five hundred if you let us stay.”
It was silent for a second before the voice responded. “Don’t break anything else.”
Beretta grinned and then bent down to whisper in my ear so low that only I could possibly hear. “I ain’t givin’ him shit.”
“And we gettin’ a refund,” I muttered.
He gave me dap before we continued to snoop around. We bickered the entire time, but this escape room was actually kind of fun. We were in the third room connected to this escape route, and the time only had thirty seconds left.
“In the corner! Look behind the lamp,” I yelled.
Beretta sprinted to the corner of the room and looked behind the lamp before cheering like he found something. “You was right, Juicy. The code is 30459!”
I quickly tapped the code into the safe inside the closet I was crouched over. It popped open, and a key rested inside. “I got a key!”
“For fuckin’ what?” Beretta asked from behind me. He breathed quickly, like me. This shit was no joke. Not only were we running around the room, but we had to use our brains to the fullest. I was beat but excited that we almost had this shit figured out.
My mind whirred as I thought about everything we had found and done in the last thirty minutes. “The lock behind the keyhole in the first room!”
“You a genius, baby!” Beretta said as he took off through the door of this room.
I was hot on his heels with the key. We raced through the second room and went back into the third room where the painting was.
It was already hanging off the wall with a lock behind it, but before I could try the key, the timer went off.
“So sorry. You lose,” the irritating voice said. He had only spoken one other time since we told him we would give him five hundred dollars if he let us stay, and that was to remind us that we could call on him for hints. Both me and Beretta had told him to fuck off.
My face screwed up. “Lose?”
That wasn’t in my vocabulary. It didn’t seem like it was in Beretta’s, either, because he said, “Aye, fuck nigga. Get your bitch ass in here!”
A moment later, the door we originally walked through to get into this room opened, and the white boy who gave us instructions earlier timidly stepped inside. “I hope you enjoyed the escape room. It was nice having you. Now, if you could give me that money and—”
Beretta hemmed the nerdy boy up by the collar of his shirt. “Put thirty more seconds on the timer before I beat yo’ ass.”
“Add an extra ten minutes, actually. I wanna get my pussy ate after we take this W,” I said with a big grin on my face. There was something about working as a team with Beretta that had my ass hot in the pants and ready to go.
Beretta glanced down at me with the sexiest smile before he looked back at the man dangling from his grasp. “You heard my lady. And since you’ll get a glimpse of her pretty ass pussy, I ain’t payin’ you shit.”
“And we need a refund, so go ahead and process that before we leave,” I added.
“I can’t . . . You can’t—”
“Who can’t, what?” Beretta asked. His voice dropped to a deadly low, and my pussy leaked.
Crazy for sure recognized crazy because the crazier his ass acted, the wetter my pussy got.
“Because I know you ain’t tellin’ me I can’t do somethin’, and I know you ain’t tellin’ my baby no, so who you talkin’ to? ”
“And before you answer that, just know that I fight niggas for fun.” I looked down at my nails as I spoke, not giving a fuck that we were harassing this man who was just trying to do his job.
“And I kill niggas for fun,” Beretta said.
“I . . . Okay, I-I’ll add ten minutes to the timer and process a r-refund. A-anything else?”
“Ten minutes and thirty seconds, white boy. Don’t fuckin’ play with us,” I snapped.
“Y-yes,” he stammered as Beretta put him down.
The man scurried out of the room, forgetting to close the door behind him. Beretta closed it before he turned and gazed at me. “My dick hard as fuck right now, Juicy.”
“My pussy is dripping,” I said as I took a step toward him.
“I think I like goin’ on dates.” He stepped toward me and wrapped me in his arms.
I giggled. “I think I do too. When you taking me on another one?”
“Shit, I’ll take yo’ sexy ass on one every mothafuckin’ day.” He kissed my nose and then my lips as the clock started once again, but we ignored that shit, too consumed by each other to care about escaping from this fuck-ass room.