ARE YOU FREAKY DEAKY Book 1 (Erotica)

32. "Play"

I was jet-lagged, tired, and my body felt like it was beat up. I got some good dick while in New York. New York Dick. It was something extraordinary giving up some Down South Pussy in the City that Never Slept. Just constant partying, drinking, weed-smoking and a feel-good atmosphere not seen in Miami.

I wanted to go to the Raves, pop ecstasy pills and twirl some glowing lights all up in my face. But I was too scared to do that shit.

I saw a documentary that showed more youngsters winding up statistics attending those dangerous raves and I decided against it.

I needed to clean up my house. I had bills to pay. I was already behind on my light bill. And I still owed another $40 on my water bill.

I wished FP&L supplied my electricity because Homestead Lights were rip-offs. They fucked you out of your
money.

Seriously. I worked at the Precision Response Corporation, known as PRC on the Direct TV account.

I made nine bucks an hour. Good money, but my bills ate my good money to hell. I had to return to work later on today. It was hell getting three days off so I could go to New York.

I was still marveling at the Golden Masks Orgy I attended in the back of my church.

I checked my phone messages. The box was full. This many people hadn’t called me in years. I wondered why.

And it wasn’t because Fidel Castro might be dead. The shit was all over the news. Maybe now Cubans could stay their funky asses in Cuba!

Sliding out of my Nautica jacket (even though Nautica was so defunct from the fashion scene) and kicking off my G-Unit sneakers.

I let my hair down from the loose bun and flopped on my bed. I missed home. I was hot in this jean outfit. So I stripped down to my panties and matching bra.

There, I felt better.

I pressed “play” on the machine and just let her rip.

Angela: Girl I saw you on TV! You go bitch! I can’t believe you met Janet!!
Jake. Oh my God! Girl , you represented for Miami! And Janet was ravishing...

Bob: You lucky bitch! You got to hug the sexiest bitch on earth!

Paul. Your Grandma told me you were on TV with Janet Jackson. I didn’t believe her. And when I seen you in the crowd hugging Janet oh my God! I pissed in my pants. You better have gotten my autograph! Everybody in
the Hood is praising you. You’re a star, Melissa!

Sitting up I pressed “stop” on the machine.

I’d had enough.

I turned off the ringer on my phone.

I didn’t want to be bothered.

I was still in a daze. Meeting Miss Jackson. How many bitches from the ‘hood could say they shook hands and met Janet Jackson?

I was the first and only one. I sent in my request to attend online when I heard Janet was going to be on 106 & Park Friday, July 31st. I think it was July 10th I had found out.

I had gone online at Miami Dade Community College Homestead Campus and sent in the request. Being from Florida City, a ghetto-within-a-ghetto, I never thought I’d be selected, especially with Michael Jackson’s little sister coming through.

How wrong was I?