Consequences

14

Taraji stared at the bathroom wall in the hotel. She did not want to leave it. Mckenna looked at herself in the mirror once more. She was going to get Armani if it was the last thing she did. She bought a baby blue and white button down shirt and a new pair of dark blue jeans. Baby blue was Armani's favorite color. She placed her shades back on her eyes. Her look was com-plete.
"T, how do I look?"
Mckenna asked as they stood in the bathroom.
"Fine,"
Taraji mumbled without looking at Mckenna. Mckenna grabbed Taraji's arm. She began to pull on Taraji's clothes.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"I'm making you look presentable. Shit, you need to walk in there and make Fantasia's panties wet. Take that white tee off. I'll be right back."
Taraji watched Mckenna walk out the bathroom. She wondered what she was up to. Mckenna walked back into the bathroom holding a bag.
"Put this on."
Taraji pulled the muscle T-shirt out of the package.
"Kenna, I don't want to wear this."
"Man, please. If it's one thing I know, Fantasia loves your arms. This shirt will show 'em off. and pull your hair out that damn bun."
As Taraji did as she was told Mckenna sprayed her with something.
"That smells good. What is it."
Mckenna smiled.
"Creed for Men."
Taraji instantly placed the familiarity of the scent.
She loved Creed on Fantasia. Denise looked at herself in the mirror. She had to admit, Mckenna had an eye for fashion.
"Now let's go."

They could hear Beyonce coming from the hallway.
Mckenna knocked on the door. Armani opened it, and her mouth dropped.
"Mckenna, you look-"
"I look what?"
Mckenna said taking her shades off. She stared directly into Armani's eyes. Armani's knees began to tremble.
"Come in,"
Armani stammered, trying to regroup.
"Hey, T, you look nice."
"Thanks,"
Taraji said as her eyes quickly caught Fantasia.
Fantasia looked at Taraji. Her eyes roamed all over Taraji's body. She felt herself becoming heated. She'd never seen Taraji look so good. Taraji walked over to her. She wrapped her arms around her, and the Creed cologne quickly drifted into Fantasia's nostrils.
"Is that Creed?"
"Yes."
"Very nice. You look-"
"Thanks."
"Damn, this place is hot,"
Mckenna said, walking around the suite complete with three-bedrooms, a living room, and a dining room. It looked more like an expensive apartment than a hotel suite.
"OK, now we can get the party started,"
Zaria said, stumbling into the living room.
"Dammit, what took you two so long?"
"We had some last-minute preparations,"
Mckenna replied as she stared down Armani's back. Armani could feel Mckenna's breath hit the back of her neck. She wanted to take Mckenna right then and
there.

An hour later everyone in the room was drunk.
Mckenna stood up.
"All right, all right, since there are no strippers at this shindig, I guess we are going to have to get grimy my way. Truth or dare time."
"Oh, hell no, Mckenna, I am a married woman now,"
Zaria protested. She knew Mckenna's games of truth or dare were no holds barred.
"Let me explain something to the newcomers. This truth or dare is no holds barred. If you don't do what we say, you have to take three shots in a row,"
Mckenna slurred as she sat back down.
"Does everyone agree?"
Zaria looked at Nic. Nic smiled.
"Hell, I'm down. What goes on in this room stays in this room, right?"
She kissed Zaria as they all looked at Fantasia. Fantasia looked at the group.
"What? I am down for whatever!"
Mckenna looked at Zaria. They both smiled devilishly.
Taraji looked at Mckenna. She knew she was up to something.

"OK, let's do this."
Mckenna grabbed an empty bottle and spun it on the table. It landed in front of Zaria.
"I will start out easy with you. Zaria, if you had to have a threesome with Nic and someone in this room, who would it be?"
Zaria looked at Nic.
"That's easy. Armani."
Everyone laughed.

"Why me!"
Armani said, shocked by the answer.
"Cause you were able to keep up with Mckenna, so you are the only femme in the room who could probably keep up with me and Nic."
The room roared.