B. L. A. C. K.

Beginning

   ****Tammi P.O.V.*****

   One hour left before I can go home. I'm at work and it's pretty busy , especially with Christmas around the corner. All these kids must really want Pink outfits as their gifts. The damn Victoria Secret is mostly empty. 

      They have me doing shipment, so I'm in the back alone. My phone buzzes in my beauty belt , I make sure the coast is clear before I check my phone.

      Antonio 🥰🤪:Wassgood miss tammi.

I replied with a "hey I'm at work let me text you after." He replied immediately and asked if I needed a ride.

Momma was working tonight so I didn't have the car. I told him my job address and told him what time I get off.

"Girl no phones." Said my employee jokingly.

Mary was a really pretty white girl that I worked with. She had long blonde hair that she kept in a French braid. Her blue eyes sparkled and she had light freckles on her face. She was tall and slim. She reminded me of Gigi Hadid.

"Girl you play too much. How is it out there ? Busy?" I asked as I shoved my phone in my beauty belt.

"Girl it is super duper busy. The prices is wicked! Leading all them darn spoiled offsprings in here." She replied while shaking her head. I laughed.

My bad , I forgot to tell y'all , she talks white as fuck. She is cool tho so I deal with it. She walks back into the sales floor and I continue censoring all these damn silk pajamas. They're shit is cute but they got nothing that'll fit all over this curvilicious body.

Pretty soon , it's already 9. I finished censoring all the pjs and putting them out on the sales floor. I grab my phone out of beauty belt and shove it in my pocket.

I take off my headset and the beauty belt. I can't wait to go home I swear. I go to my locker and grab my jacket and my purse. I clock out and head to the front to let a manager check my bag.

If you work in a retail store you'll know how dumb this shit is. How the fuck can we steal shit if y'all dumb asses make us lock our shit up? My manager BitchAss checked my shit. I ain't even going to mention her name , just know I call her BitchAss.

I pull out my phone to call Breezy. "Hey, what door are you at little boy?" I asked being a little flirty. He tells me he is at the door closest to me. I look in my purse and spray myself with my vanilla mist. I put my brown Guess jacket on and zipper it up. I apply some lip gloss and head outside.

I spot a matte black dodge charge with tinted windows. I hear rap music blasting from it , so I'm assuming it's his ass. I walk up to the door and he unlocks it.

"Hey" I said as I slide into the passenger seat.

He looks at me and smiles ,showing off his dimples. Wow he's fine. "How was work little girl?" He asked as we pulled off.

"It was alright , nothing really special. How was your day? And thank you for offering to get me, that was nice of you."

"No problem miss Tammi. My day was straight just handled a few business. You hungry?" He asked while looking at me for a second.

Now boy he know I'm always hungry. I like to eat obviously. I nod my head and laugh.

"Nigga look at me, obviously I like to eat." I laugh but he didn't.

"Ain't nothing wrong with that , I like a woman that likes to eat. You better not order no salad either." I bust out laughing. I don't want no fucking salad.