Walk With Me 1

11

Nicki

Ariana ripped the chair back away from the desk and fought me to the bed practically. She straddled me and took my shirt off.

"You have three options to choose from." She then pulls out tops to wear to the club.

She's been begging me to go.

"I'm not going."

I'm just busy.

"You are. We've been in Texas for almost a year and you've never allowed yourself some fun. Live a little. Even if I have to dress you like a doll."

I sigh.

"Then you help me grade because there's no way I'll meet my deadlines."

"Fine, I can agree to that."

And she drags me to the damn club.

I go in with the mindset of basically chaperoning her.

The lights are dim but at the same time, colorful LED lights and patterns fill the room. I squint a little bit because the lights flash right into my eyes and I'm left seeing the dots in my vision for a few seconds.

Ariana heads towards her friends who sit at the bar and are loudly greeting her over the music. As I follow behind her all lost, Ariana stops me dead in my tracks and comes up to my ear.

"Sister, you don't need to babysit me! Have fun! Here I have a friend for you." She waves over another girl. "Come here."

She's a taller slim and curvy woman. Her features are mature and perfect. I don't like her like that already, but I'm just stating facts. She's quite beautiful and melanated...

"Hey."

She makes a face at Ari Al that I can't quite read, "Hey, 'name's Robyn. Or Rihanna. I don't care. I go by both."

"I'm Onika."

"Oh-neek-Ah."

I bite my lip, "Onika Tanya Maraj."

Damn she got me smiling and acting like a bottom. It's almost like I'm being kind controlled. One hand Rihanna is beautiful on the other, I can't get Beyoncé out of my head.

Almost like she's invading my mind spiritually. Prolly put a spell on me with all that slu--

"Robyn Rihanna Fenty." She says back teasingly.

"Oooohhh 'Kay." Ariana is "grossed out" and walks away awkwardly, we both just laugh it off.

"Rih-Anna." I pronounce it out as dramatically as I can, not missing a single beat.

Rihanna smirks, "You speak like you gotta bit of island in ya."

I smile and shrug. I'm adopted, I don't know what I am... ethnically. Who knows I could be island, I love people and the cultures. We've just met, I can't tell her alla det right now...

"C'mon pretty lady, you thirsty?"

I have no other bodily reaction other a smile. I can't tell Beyoncé about this. Something tells me she'd be frothing at the mouth if she saw this interaction of me with another woman after what we did--

"Yes." I answer.

After Ariana is an adult, I'll watch her from afar. She knows her tolerance and limits and hopefully her common sense will tell her not to push them further.

We stand at the bar. Rihanna's boob-height to the surface while I am just at shoulder-height to it. I hate being short. Even Beyoncé's height doesn't feel like this much of a direct threat to me...

I ask for a few shots and a single corona beer and a lime to sip on for the night. I know my limits and I'm nowhere near them but I also don't really know this woman like that. I want to have a bit of fun, but also have a rational enough mind.

"Wanna sit and chat for a bit? Let the drinks settle in for a bit?"

"Yeah sounds good."

Beyoncé lies in the back of my mind. I imagine her to be possessive as shit. Maybe we'll find out, who knows. But it's just sitting and talking, right?

Rihanna and I just talk about our recent life events and problems mostly she does the talking. It's cool she's a cool person overall. I see a friendship and nothing more coming after this.

I don't tell her about Beyoncé, but I do tell her about what led me to Texas. The need for change, my nasty breakup and all of that. Rihanna laughs when I tell her that Ariana fist fought the damn woman near to oblivion.

"Shit-- I woulda did the same too. She fucked up for that though. She had that whoop in' coming."

Ariana comes back to the table and is kinda off a few drinks.

"Want sips?"

I look up slightly embarrassed.

Rihanna agrees and I agree too. I won't let her drink alone and my limit is not yet met.

"Go be with your friends." I loudly whisper into my sister's ear.

"OKAY!" She yells back in my ear and nearly falls.

She eventually stumbles away. As I watch her slip into the sea of dancing people, I look back to see Rihanna looking at me some... type of expression. Similar to the one Beyoncé had.

"Let's go to my car, baby."

The drink sets in seemingly out of nowhere. Sober me would say "no" but I say "yes".

Rihanna sneaks a kiss to my lips and I keep it going.

I'm going to regret it but for now I'll just let loose and have fun. Rihanna did hold under my chin and I remember having my arms just around her waist. Even doing this passively isn't as great as it was with Beyoncé...

Reminds me of my highschool days. I was such a playa and gave my mom some headaches with the amount of girls I had in and out of that house.

I black out after this.

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Spoilers kinda 🍼: Nicki didn't use a rubber...

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