Maximum Badonkadonk Ch. 04

"I was working on it; I would've found someplace." I lied as she pushed in close wrapping an arm around my neck. I trembled a little in close proximity with both of us facing the entrance to her salon.

"That's my job baby; you just do what I want; got it?"

"Yeah." The arm wrapped around my neck was holding the can. Renee pressed it to my lips allowing me to empty it. I couldn't help but noticed her impressive cleavage and that was the idea.

"I don't give a fuck about what you thought you were doing upstairs. I know you now; so you weren't making some grand gesture up there. You were lying to yourself, baby. Tell me, who're you gonna paste my face over tonight?"

"I'm taking a break from Yoli, okay?" Renee snickered making me feel uneasy and small.

"I don't care; you can fuck her as much as you like. I can honestly tell you that it'll be a couple of hours before Jaquan can get it up; and when he does, I'm gonna drain his balls again. You need to get up off your little high horse, stop being dramatic. It's a bad look you don't wanna show me if you want respect. Hey, thanks for the head; you got me real wet for your cousin, nigga."

Everything said cut into me like a knife, but I was determined to soldier through it.

"You're welcome." I tried to sound cold, mimic her attitude, but it came off audibly lame. Renee released me slowly looking as if she were about to laugh with this shit eating grin on her face.

"Two days, Shawnee needs to be out in front of my salon." She cautioned disappearing into her salon leaving me holding the empty can.

"Damn."

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Two hours later I'd returned to the apartment while Renee finished doing her best friend's hair. I was allowed to sit near her station to get some pick up for a teaser expanding on the virulent rivalry I'd fostered between my two starlets. Honestly, I hadn't counted on being so successful, but once Shawnee's boyfriend came into play, everything else felt into place. I really didn't want them to meet up preferring to create the rest of the rivalry through editing and social media. Now I had my defacto producer saying otherwise and essentially charging me with mixing oil and water. I was worried about Shawnee's threats of being at least tangentially gang affiliated and we hadn't talked since she left me in the parking lot.

I checked her online page finding it electric with activity and enough views to make me worry that I'd done too much on her behalf. Andre had been a sticking point with her accusing me of trying to steal her boyfriend away to sleep with Rashida. Now that my opposing stars met, things were pretty much set in stone with them easily hating one another. It wasn't lost on me that Andre mentioned Shawnee's proclivity for using box cutters when threatened while Rashida was the definition of intimidation before even speaking. Her authoritative voice and posture was easily rattling to people unfamiliar with her, somewhat matronly to those in the know.

Shawnee Thompson wasn't in the know.

"Well, let's get this party started."

Similar to the high wall in Renee's flat, I'd be using it as a backdrop for Rashida keeping with her luxurious theme. Besides being situated differently, this wall had a brown slate bricked texture that was perfect for my needs. I tentively planted one of three fluorescent light strips at the bottom of the wall. I like the reflective nature of the hardwood floors as well, pulling the large, tufted ottoman to the center of the living room. My equipment was charging on the other side of the living room as I went into the bedroom to see if there was anything I wanted to do there.

"Fuck me." There were three golden condom packets on the bare mattress.

All of them were ripped open, empty. I was glad when I discovered a wastebasket on the other end of the bed containing the slimy evidence that Renee had done what she wanted, baptized the bed.

"HEY CUZ, YOU HERE?!!"

"In the bedroom Jaquan." He appeared at the door suitably embarrassed with some sheets and blankets under his arm.

"Sorry about this bruh, you know how she gets when she wants something. I just bought Daisy back and got her down for bed when they told me you were up in here. Sort of, wanted to get rid of the evidence, if you know what I mean."

"Where's Renee?"

"Oh uhm, she's giving Rashida the once over; man, you're gonna love what she's done with her hair and makeup, too." I couldn't believe I was taking to a guy that had just recently continually chided me for a lack of action, low key assuming I was a virgin. Now I was watching my cousin walking about this living room marveling at what I was doing.

"Hey man, what the fuck is going on between you two?" He stopped turning to me giving it some thought, arms folded scratching his temple.

"I'm just trying something different."

"No, you're acting like a fucking pod person; did Renee put some more of that green shit on your dick or something? How'd she get you to cop to everything?"

"She didn't do nothing man; it just hit me while we were out at that concert. All she was doing, was having a good time not pressing me or nothing. We even danced during one of the sets, and then-well, she gave me this kiss, you know? It was one of those soulful kisses a woman gives you when they know you're gonna be there for the rest of their life. I-I just kept thinking about how I was hiding all those other women and Yoli. I was cared that your yellow bone girl gave me something that would keep me apart from this beautiful woman who'd given me Daisy."

"So you confessed?" Both of us started making the bed.

"Yeah, I didn't even make it back to her place. I was driving her home and my heart was just thumping, I'm all sweaty as fuck because I knew I wasn't shit. Man, I just broke down in my ride blubbering like a bitch. I was crying so fucking hard that snot was coming out of my nose. It was so bad, that I had to pull over."

"What'd she say when you told her?"

"She told me she already knew and grabbed my finger giving it a little squeeze like she used to do when we first started dating. I couldn't take that shit because she wasn't acting mad or anything, just looking at my face all quiet. I couldn't hold it in anymore, just kept confessing everything because I wanted her to hit me, I guess hate me or something."

"She didn't do anything?"

"She held my hand watching me lose it , just doing that little squeeze over and over again until I calmed down. We sat there for a long time before she asked me to come stay with her for a few days. Said we could do some family stuff with Daisy." We tucked our respective ends of the sheets under the mattress before covering the bed with a quilt.

"You're not worried-like about her being vindictive?"

"Whatever happens, just happens cuz; we talked about it and we're gonna try something different. I don't know what that means exactly, but I hope we can come together someday. So uhm, nobody owns the other person, and we can see whoever we like. Personally, I'm done with that shit."

"But, what if she messes around with another guy?"

"Like when you went down on her this afternoon?"

My chest tightened up, goosebumps prickling on my arms because we were alone together, and he could take me apart with ease.

"Chill, we don't hide anything from each other anymore; I know she wanted you to do more, but you didn't. I love you for that man." I stupidly offered my hand, but he drew me into a brotherly hug.

"Alright that's enough love, Jaquan." I was smushed into his chiseled chest.

"You got it." He let me go as I took notice of his odd apparel which consisted of a makeshift crop top and sweats over sandals.

"Hey man?"

"What?"

"WHAT-THE-FUCK ARE YOU WEARING?!!" Both of us laughed playfully boxing with one another as he got me in a headlock. Renee suddenly appeared in the doorway staring pointedly at both of us mid horseplay. Both of us stopped standing side by side, shrugging uniformly in answer to the question on her face.

"OH HEY, IT LOOKS REAL NICE UP IN HERE!!" Thankfully, Rashida's voice interrupted any snarky comment Renee might've made likely questioning our sexuality.

We found Rashida standing in the living room looking at the wall already instinctively realizing it was a part of the shoot. Esteemed baby mama number two outdid herself giving Rashida this badass sister girl mohawk hairstyle shaved close on the sides with a majestic crest of teased curls on top.

The close sides of her head had dual lines shaved there accentuating these long sharp side burns for lack of a better description. She turned to us smiling with burgundy coated lipstick that enhanced her mocha skin tone. In fact she'd been made up professionally for this shoot putting a bit of pressure on me.

"It's gonna look even better with you right here in the middle of the frame." She was looking about reminding me of Jaquan earlier when Renee spoke up.

"Take off your jumper; lets get this going." Rashida's expression fluctuated as she looked at her best friend, then at Jaquan.

"Carlie's watching Daisy for us; I wanna get this taken care of and we already discussed this shit downstairs." I had no idea what they were talking about and wasn't sure I wanted to find out. Luckily, Jaquan spoke up instead.

"Hey, it's all good, I'll go up and ;let Carlie go."

"No, go wait in the kitchen, I wanna talk to you." It sounded like an order and Jaquan responded to it as such filing out of the living room. Renee looked between us before settling on me, her own new look makeover reapplied smoky eyeshadow and all.

"So, get started; I wanna see it through."

"I can take care of things if you and Jaquan wanna go back to your place. I'll text you when its done if Mintzy needs her place back. Don't worry, I got this all planned out."

"Me too, right Rashida?" I glanced over finding her ponderously slipping out of the denim jumper kicking off her wedge heels.

Underneath the white one piece body suit looked like competitive swimwear with her ridiculous hips and muscled stallion legs making the difference. Her sixty two inches of oppressive derriere was enhanced by the thong like back of the suit.

"Hey, you've seen it before." She snapped looking oddly uneven.

"Never gets old, but I'm gonna make you look like a million bucks." I complimented.

"Only a million bucks?" We both chuckled having earned a renewed comradery over the last few hours. There was still a bit of edginess between us at the mall, but things felt familiar.

"I got a couple of bottles of the baby oil we brought, take everything off; I want you shiny for a few pics, then I want you to put that body suit back on for the shot. You're gonna look great against this wall." Rashida peeled off the body suit comfortable with being nude in front of me.

There were a few fold out chairs in the spartan living room. Renee was sitting on one texting like we weren't even there. I watched her for a few moments expecting her to look up before glancing over finding Rashida doing the same. There was some underlying tension in the room that wasn't connected to me in anyway. I wished Renee would leave the room so that I could get it out of my starlet.

"Help me out with this." Rashida handed me the clear bottle., pushing it into my hands as she turned her huge butt in my direction.

She knew me well allowing me to slather that oil all over her body from her chest to her calves. Rashida Sikes aka Chi Town Thunda was the definition of bottom heavy voluptuous that I wanted to convey to our building audience. All of her online content was active, but I'd gone overboard working on Shawnee's stuff as of late. I knew I'd have to be just as diligent with the "star" of our website. Rashida liked the attention more than her counterpart, luxuriated in my hands caressing her curves.

Nothing was wasted as I had the foresight to wear the chest harness capturing her impromptu massage. I made sure to get closeups of my hands cupping her modest breasts, teasing, and pinching the thickened raspberries that were her nipples.

Both of my hands slid along her abdomen which was world's away from the sloping belly Shawnee kept hidden from public view.

One of my hands dipped low covering her freshly shaved muff making Rashida bite into her lower lips turning her back to me. She was starting to react, her skin becoming humid to the touch. My hands were sliding all over this pear shaped sister. I was starting to lose myself when I glanced over finding that Renee left the room while we got ready.

"Go stand over by the wall." I gingerly instructed, not bothering to hide the visible tent in my pants. Rashida gave my covered erection a playful pinch before taking her place.

"Alright, what now?"

"I'm filming, strike a few poses while I get some pics; then I want you to assume the position and clap those cheeks."

"Maybe you wanna clap these cheeks." She taunted making me smile as I got several pics in succession.

Rashida did the whole runway walk while I filmed from different angles. The low angle camera view was stupendous as we lost ourselves in the work. I helped things along by playing "They Don't Know" by Rico Love. This added to the jovial atmosphere helping Rashida get into it even more.

Eventually she graduated to an improvised routine that would've caused a riot in a strip club. This woman was a twerk queen de jure with no parallel or rival. I set up the camera to catch the master shot while I detached and used the smaller version to get specific shots. She seemed to forget I was there doing her thing happily. I was already editing things together in my head when the music stopped abruptly.

"Can we move this along?" Renee was sitting there watching like she'd never left. The pale beauty reclined casually disregarding the fact that she'd cut the mood.

"What, somebody renting the fucking place, huh?" Rashida challenged.

"No, its just that I don't know how long he can keep it up while you two play around. So, let's get this over with and you two can go back to your little model shoot."

"What're you talking about Renee?!!"

"YEAH, WHAT THE HELL?!!" Rashida reiterated standing at my side. Renee leaned forward looking directly at her best friend and right hand breaking into a smile that made Rashida react shaking her head vigorously.

"What is this, what's going on?"

"YOU WERE SERIOUS ABOUT THAT SHIT; ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?!!"

"I'll show you how crazy I am, bitch." Rashida wasn't having it as Renee smiled reclining with a glance over her shoulder.

"Wait a minute here, what?!!" I was starting to catch on to the unspoken meaning between them.

"COME IN HERE!!"

Both of our eyes widened as Jaquan walked into the living room wearing what was obviously Renee's bathrobe. He looked a deer in the headlights while his supposed girlfriend stared between his shocked expression and ours. Rashida covered herself with her jumper.

"WAIT A MINUTE HERE; YOU'RE NOT SERIOUS, ARE YOU?!!" Rashida looked spooked and I was no better facially.

"Uhm, sorry about this; I know how it looks and its okay if you don't want to." He apologized, the words becoming little more than a whisper under Renee's gaze.

She looked like she was enjoying herself as Rashida laughed nervously.

"Stop fucking around."

"Who's fucking around, my jaw is sore from blowing the shit outta him; you gonna make all that work, for nothing?"

"Come on bitch; you want me to fuck-YOUR MAN?!!" Renee was nodding her head as Rashida spoke with this amused look on her face.

"Hey, we're co-parenting our little girl; we're not doing the monogamy thing right now. It's kind of a pilot program and now that I know he came at you in the past; what's the big deal, huh Rashida? I ain't hating on you, I want to give you the opportunity to see what it's like. Come on, you said that you'd have been down if he wasn't my man that time; so, what's the problem? I'm giving you a pass, we're not a couple. We have a kid, and we're cool like that."

Rashida was at a loss for words while I was horrified. Jaquan had taken to looking the opposite direction out of the room.

"You're crazy." Renee facepalmed making me hope that it was some ort of joke, but then got up grabbing my cousin's hand. Both of us watched her lead Jaquan over to the ottoman and start undoing the sash on his bathrobe.

"Wait, I don't know ." He half whispered not really stopping Renee from undoing his sash, opening the robe as his embarrassing tumescence appeared. She didn't say anything looking at us before gently directing him to sit down on the tufted ottoman.

"Baby I want you to have a snack, but Rashida's fronting when this is all about business. You ain't mad that your cousin topped me off and could've done much more if he wanted, right?"

"But uhm, no-I guess it's okay?"

"Damn right it's okay but Rashida's fronting; didn't you try to get at her before when we first started dating?" He glanced down at his bare feet, but Renee lifted his gaze to her face with a pointer finger under his chin.

"Bae, we already talked about that."

"You wanted that ass, right Jaquan?" Her hand caressed his cheek in loving maternal fashion. Renee glanced at us demonstrating her dominant will as he answered.

"Yes."

"That's right Jaquan, you did; and you know deep down on some level you wanna slice of Rashida. Oh excuse me, we call her Chi Town Thunda, don't we?" She was looking at me with Rashida partially hiding at my back.

"Yeah, and I'm not shooting this."

"Fine, but you ain't leaving either; you're gonna watch."

"I AIN'T FUCKING HIM RENEE!!" Rashida added with conviction.

"Yeah I heard you before; so let's see who's right, okay? Let's find out who's clout chasing when they don't have an easy target like uh, that chipmunk girl you keep bragging about. I know you too; remember how stupid you were acting when I tried to set you up with "Mister D" here?"

"That's different; we're working together on this thing."

"Yeah, but didn't he end up getting inside your panties bitch; yes or no?" Renee's will was engulfing all of us at this point.

"YES!" Rashida answered begrudgingly.

"That's right and you didn't know this nigga from Cain; think about all the times you guys have fooled around and make it make sense that you're gonna pass up a certified twelve inches of cock. Thot, I even set the fucking table for you and you don't appreciate nothing!!"

"You're power tripping; ain't that like clout chasing?"

"I get clout every time I show my face; now both of you fucking posers are gonna get it together or why're we even doing this shit? Come over here and watch, Rashida."

"Bae?" Jaquan tried to interject, but she pressed a finger to his lips.

"Come over here and watch me, Rashida." I couldn't believe my eyes as Rashida complied standing just out of arms reach of her best friend and boss. Renee glared at her until she dropped the jumper onto the hardwood floor.

I watched my cousin gently pushed down on his back with his head hanging over the edge of the ottoman. His height only allowed his torso and pelvis to rest as Renee opened the robe revealing his partial erection which dwarfed mine even in that state.

"This is what you say you ain't gonna fuck; you're full of shit Rashida." Renee was handling his member cradling his balls in one hand stroking the loose flesh on his own uncircumcised member with the other. Rashida was unmoving watching as I felt conflicted.

"Jaquan, you okay man?" I asked.

"He's fine; go check the kitchen door and make sure its locked. The last thing we need is Mintzy running up in here. Think she'd turn down this prime BBC, huh bitch?!!" Rashida didn't respond but stood there watching as Renee knelt between his legs.