Never Satisfied: A New Orleans Tale

But You Gotta Eat the Booty Like Groceries!

"Ugh, boy you are getting too heavy!" I said lugging Tyree inside and down the hall.

Once I made it to my room, I laid him down in my bed and slipped his coat and shoes off.

"Oh shit, I almost forgot about this," I said to myself as the disc I found at Kyrielle's slid out of my pocket and hit the floor after I pulled the sweater over my head.

Anxious, I trotted into the living room, popped the disc in the DVD player and flopped down on the end of the couch.

When it came on I saw Kyrielle cozily seated on a brown leather love seat with Ace sitting beside her. "They must be in Ace's office at the club," I thought aloud, recognizing the room.

It looked like they were talking, but the music playing in the background made it hard for me to make out what they were saying.

"This is boring," I told myself then pressed the fast forward button on the DVD player's remote. I just knew there had to be more. "They're still talking... Wait, now they're kissing!" I continued to let the footage go at the fast pace.

"Touching... Ooh-ooh, okay here we go!" I pressed play to let the DVD run at regular speed and watched as Ace reached over to palm Kyrielle's breast through her blouse.

She threw her head back in anticipation as he unbuttoned her shirt and drew his head to her breasts. Kyrielle grabbed Ace's face, bringing his lips to hers, while his hands inched up her skirt to slip off her panties. Ace then motioned for her to turn around and she crawled over to the edge of the loveseat, resting her elbows on its wooden arms. He took his time admiring her body, slowly pushing the loose-fitting skirt up thighs to expose her plump ass. Then, slowly he kissed his way up from her thigh to her mocha-coated cheeks. Kyrielle arched her back as he parted her cheeks. Just when Ace was about to eat the booty like groceries, Nique came swinging the door open.

"Nique come here!" I called out, stopping the DVD.

"What's up ma," he said coming through the foyer. I guess he took the excitement in my voice the wrong way because when he made it into the room, he was firing off about a hundred questions per second. "What's wrong? Is it the baby? Don't tell me it's..."

"No baby." I pointed at the television screen. "It's this."

"It's what?"

"Just sit down and watch." I pulled him down to take a seat next to me.

"What, you feeling some type of way?"

"What?" I asked in oblivion.

"I mean you over here watching flicks and shit..."

"No boy!" From the way they were positioned it was hard to see their faces so I sped through the video a bit. "Now see?" I stopped when both Kyrielle and Ace's faces were visible.

He sat down next to me and watched in revolt. It took a few minutes for him to take the scene in. "How did you get this? This shit looks like it came off one of Ace's surveillance cameras or something."

"Why does it matter where I got it from?"

"Don't fuck with me Jasmine, who the fuck gave you this shit."

"I found it Nique. It was right there in the nightstand in your bedroom in plain sight. It was like she wanted you to find it."

"Man what the fuck!" He pushed up to the edge of the couch to get a closer look. "That's 'pose to be my nigga. I grew up with that mu'fucka." He pointed at the screen. "He's supposed to be my right hand and he ouchea fucking my bitch?"

I could see the rage building up in his eyes. "Calm down baby." I tried to calm him by massaging his shoulders, but he swatted my hands down and got up.

Pacing back and forth, he started talking to himself. "All that bullshit about spending time with her fucking mama and shit, but she really was dipping with that bitch ass mu'fucka."

After he mumbled something incoherently, he went toward the bedroom.

I followed him down the hall and told him, "Wait Nique, Tyree's in there sleeping." He ignored me and kept walking. "What are you doing?" I asked once I made it into room and saw him shuffling around in the closet.

"Nothing Jasmine. Just go back in the room ma." I saw him pulling out a pistol and stuffing it in his pants then he headed out of the room and to the front door.

"Where are you going, Nique?" I stepped in front of him, blocking him from going any further.

"Move!" He shoved me onto the couch and I sprung back up and got back in his face.

"Stay here with me, baby. You're not thinking straight."

"Get the fuck out of my way Jasmine." He pushed me again. This time I landed on the floor. "I'm just going for a walk. I need to get this shit off my mind."

Still seated on the floor I cried out, "Nique please, don't go!"

"I'ma be right back a'ight," he assured me before he left.

What did I just do?