FRAUD

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Copyright © 2022 by howblack

From here on things start to get more... interesting, so to speak! (happy nicki day!)

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If there was one thing Onika hated, it was dissembling. She hated any exchange of dialogue in which she was uncomfortable or upset. Onikawas skilled at being an actress, but being an aspiring villain was another profile. She grew up in a virtual world, being pre-labeled and assigned adjectives that she couldn't even try hard enough to be. But the essence was like blood to sharks. And Onika never wanted to stop getting into the water for a scratch. 

She had become a strong woman. But she was still afraid. Afraid of ghosts. Afraid of heights. Afraid of not eating the world with her eyes. And especially, afraid of the self-sabotage of her own mind. About a month and a half ago, Onika had interspersed her time into three: wrestling with Beyoncé, recording the show and dreading the day there would be the announcement. Fatal or not, that day had found her. 

First of all, she hated to dress formally. So her mood could not have been 100% sugared as she was forced into a dress that came down to her feet. It was an emerald green color, almost black. Stones in the hollow of her breasts glittered and took turns with the sparkle of the earrings and consequently, her necklace. Going a little lower, her waist was entwined by the fabric. Provided the deliberate realization that Onika owned an extremely attractive body. 

And secondly, she didn't know what to expect. Her anxiety exasperated with every breath of air. Onika had just arrived at the luxurious event and had hardly had a moment of rest in her own presence. Between a greeting and a laugh, Onika was investigating with her eyes the presence of Rihanna or Lauren. 

Onika knew that she would go through this. All this needing to be saved, and the night had not even begun. But she had already planned everything, that's why she was completely safe there.

"How do you feel?" 

Onikasmiles at a guest who greets her from across the Hall. "I'm fine." 

"Are you sure?" Frank asks again. 

"Yes." Onika sighs. "You don't believe me?" 

"You look nervous." He smiles softly. 

"And you a hungry gay." Onika retorts softly, nudging him. "Unfortunately around here, there are only married, older men and a few bald ones. It won't be this time, hun" 

"But ever since I was a little colored pony, I've always wanted a daddy sugar. If you are married, there is divorce. And for baldness a good wig." Frank stomps a foot like a tantrum child. Onikasmiles at her friend's attitude. 

"You're a slut. You know that, right?" she asks as she looks him in the face. 

"A slut with a velvet mouth." Frank discreetly does the imitation of what would be oral sex. Onika hangs her head back, vibrating with laughter. 

"Will you stop with that porn on my holy day, Christopher" Onika points defiantly. 

"My love." He smiles. "I am a humble cabaret trainee, you are the harlot whore"

"Nigga..." Onika blows her face with her hand. "Only you to help me forget about all the pressure that is on me" 

"Relax. It's going to be all right, this here is going to be a success. Can't you see it already is?" He asks, prodding Onika to react with attention to the entire hall. It was absolutely full, like a small hive of bees buzzing simultaneously."You are the protagonist of everything you put your mind up to, and even of those you don't put your mind to as well."