Maximum Badonkadonk Ch. 07

My phone started ringing again.

"Hello?" No answer, just some labored breathing.

"HELLO?!!" I was starting to get worried.

"It's me; I just wanna say I don't blame you for nothing. I'm on some serious meds right now, okay?" Rashida sounded punch drunk and three sheets to the wind. My heart skipped a beat at the sound of her voice as I turned away from my laptop hunched over, phone to ear.

"Hey, I'm sorry about all that shit; I care about you. Make no mistake about it, you're my friend Rashida."

"Look, I just wanted you to know it's okay; I got my butt kicked all by myself. Don't worry about nothing." I could hear labored breathing knowing her nose was swollen beside the mouth full of clots.

"I gonna do it anyway; I'll never let anything happen to you again." I promised.

"If you wanna do something, don't let that chipmunk bitch get bigger than me." Rashida gasped.

"Don't worry about that."

"NO, I MEAN IT!" She started coughing really hard. It took a while for her to get things under control as I pondered Shawnee's inherent duplicity.

"Alright, I'll take care of it; are you okay?"

"I'm good, but I'm gonna get better than before. I just don't want you betting on the wrong horse while I'm on the mend. I've been watching all the noise online; you take care of it." I was heartened to earn her forgiveness, but worried about what she'd watched online.

"Rashida?"

"What is it?"

"Uhm, nobody knows who you are; it was really dark outside. But since it happened, I thought you might like to deliver a message to your haters. I'll tape it right now on this phone if you're down?" There was a long pregnant pause before Rashida answered.

"I'm down; you recording right now?"

"Just started, start whenever you're ready." I hit the record button.

"Hey all you bitches know who I am; you don't know shit about that life but I'm gonna teach you, so take a front row seat and stop hating long enough to learn who run this. I'm gonna rise like motherfucking Scarface and you haters gonna be looking up at the Goodyear blimp under my heel. Chi Town Thunda for life, hoes!"

She didn't speak after that for a minute, so I assumed she was done.

"Alright, I'll deliver this message to your haters." I promised, utterly inspired.

"You better." She threatened coughing profusely before hanging up.

I returned to my editing bay with renewed purpose calling up the clip I'd just completed for Ms. WTF. I settled for a ending teaser using footage of Chi Town Thunda from our previous shoot. Onscreen I was at the tail end of the money shot adding the tease in the form of a flickering television screen effect that morphed into Thunda's shadow twerk routine adding instrumentals from Future's "Life is Good " for the minute and a half duration.

Rashida was completely obscured in shadow with her decadent silhouette making the case for her crown to remain untouched. I uploaded the separate clip on the social media sites linked to vids of her beatdown making sure there was a clear path to the newly launched website. I took it a step further shooting a link into Shawnee's comment section finally sending it back to Rashida. She responded with a clapping hands emoji.

"Solid." I felt like I'd taken a shot at her haters in the comment sections of those beatdown vids.

The views started almost instantly as I took the time to do some cleaning around Jaquan's home. My mother was coming back the following day and would be collecting me from his house at two. Suddenly I was seized with a fear of that return after having so much autonomy in her absence. No matter what I did, she would always see me as her little son and nothing else.

I'd be living a double life under her roof and I didn't even want to think about my wayward father still on a month long vacation out of town. My thoughts shifted to the shoot currently happening at Renee's place. I wished I could be there to see what she was coming up with. This gave me another bit of inspiration as I began searching the net for a template.

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Renee returned sometime after eight with my laptop unceremoniously stuffed inside a plastic grocery bag along with some of the accessories and a few extra extension cords. She also dropped off half a box of pizza from dinner at the shoot. She walked into the living room going straight to Jaquan's room cracking the door as if she expected someone to be inside.

"Where's that African female?" She questioned.

"Long gone; I'm afraid you've already killed her Renee; at least her insufferable ego anyway."

She was wearing an black workout t-shirt and some stonewashed jeggings that accentuated her shapely legs. The white shell toe adidas on her feet spoke to the likelihood that she'd come to rumble.

"Oh yeah, how's that?"

"She kicked me in the shin and ran out crying." Renee had gone back to the sharp smoky eyeshadow and burgundy lipstick signaling a bit of worry for me.

"She couldn't handle it, huh?"

"Not even a little after you guys hit her with the Adam and Eve bit." Renee smiled giving my cheek a harsh pinch sidling up to my laptop.

"I saw the new stuff you put out for Rashida; I approve but I don't want you calling her. You shouldn't have called her. Girl's gotta get her head together after that ass whipping."

"She called me back and approved of the spot. I just did what she asked."

"But who's the boss?" Ironically or not, her shirt was emblazoned with the phrase "Act like a Lady, Think like a Boss" with the words themselves warped due to the size of her bust.

"The answer's on your shirt." I tried to be coy.

"What would you have, without me? Would you have some state of the art camera equipment and a brand new laptop? Would you have the talent to make an impact, or would you still be scrounging pennies on the dollar posting clips on a host site?"

"You're the boss." That's what she wanted to hear. I was upset because things turned on a dime in the middle of a conversation with her planting my butt on the well-used couch.

"I know you're mad, but I'm not lying, am I?"

"Of course not, I wanna know where the hate is coming from? Let's put our cards on the table for once." Renee's lips curled into a smile as she turned to me.

"Oh I don't mind putting my cards on the table, but who told you we were playing at the same table?" I leaned back on the couch; fingers interlocked.

"Alright you get points for the upgrade, but I was already doing this shit on the low."

"And your paper was low; other than the crazy church girl, how would you get it going without me?" Her dig at my earlier encounters was not taken in vain. I'd truly hit my stride in the short time we were really acquainted, but one thing stuck in my mind.

"I discovered Shawnee."

"I upgraded your chipmunk bitch; she's more of a whole woman now, instead of a floating ass." Despite the budding fight we were having, I couldn't stop looking at her legs and the perfect inverted triangle that made up her crotch.

"Want me to turn around?" Renee called me out.

"No, I don't trust myself and you've played that card one too many times." I admitted scratching my temple while she smiled, arms folded across her chest.

"Relax I like you enough; so, I'm gonna need you to do some of that editing magic for me."

"What's up?"

"You're really good at editing, take care of the scenes on our laptop; I've already paid you." I looked at my phone finding a few hundred bucks there.

"You're paying me upfront now? I usually took my payment in trade posting scenes on my page."

"That's why you don't have nothing but pocket change. You know you have true power when you don't have to listen to anyone, when someone's opinion is truly just that. Before you get even angrier, Jaquan told me your mommy is coming home tomorrow to pick you up. Do you really think you'll be able to work with someone breathing down your neck?"

"I'm working on it."

"Yeah, sure." Renee sort of glared at me walking to the door to let herself out. Five minutes after she was gone, I had this internal rage out because of the callous way in which she spoke to me.

Despite the lingering sting of her words, I found myself booting up the laptop left behind finding an ERROR bar on its screen. There were a large number of folders on the screen in the double digits. It looked like a kid got into the computer and wreaked havoc as I began sorting things out. I found a number of crappy AVI movie files recorded in the wrong format sorting them into a single folder. I would've called Renee back, but didn't want any snarky comments as I found several files of Shawnee that looked odd from the thumbnails.

"What is this horseshit?"

The first thing I saw when I clicked was this off kilter shot of Ms. WTF from the bicep down shot on a slanted angle. It became apparent this was attributed to either loose fitting of the chest harness and the frantic nature of the person it was strapped to, my cousin Jaquan. Ms. WTF's laughter and constant jeering dual language poured out of my speakers making it necessary to bring the volume down.

"¡¡MALDITO HOMBRE, NECESITAS calmarte con esa mierda!! VAS A CONSEGUIR ESTE CULO DE VERDAD, ¡¡¿OK?!!"

The camera dipped low revealing his fingers digging into her boulder sized cheeks. She was wearing a light grey teddy with one spaghetti strap off the shoulder. Ms. WTF was almost jumping in place slapping at his hand as Jaquan groped her.

"I'm just trying to get this shot, stop moving!" The shot became indecipherable as he got even more handsy with her resulting in the worst shaky cam I'd ever seen.

Beyond the opening moments, the rest was trash.

The next couple of shots were tossed as well making me wonder why Renee hadn't stepped in to actually direct. I trashed ten more clips for various reasons just dragging them into the recycle bin but left them there preferring to do a group delete as I found another workable clip.

"Now uhm, you just stay like that so I can get a good shot."

Jaquan was heard but not seen for a few moments in the darkened frame as it became apparent that I was looking at an extreme closeup of his palm. His hand drew back revealing that he'd set the camera on the floor a few feet away from them. His face appeared in frame a few times squinting into the camera instead of just looking into the viewfinder or monitor.

Ms. WTF's teddy had been pulled down stopping at the bottom of her waist leaving this extremely unflattering side view as Jaquan handled her hips driving himself home. She looked towards the camera wincing, gritting her teeth as he plunged into her without a care in the world. Instead of turning away, her expressions took a lot away from the shot as Jaquan plowed her own shallow cunt.

It was the one thing she literally had in common with Chi Town Thunda. The way he was going at it made me think that similarity was a thing of the past.

"¡¡MALDITO NIGGA, ESTÁS INTENTANDO ROMPER MI MIERDA, O QUÉ?!! CALMA LA FUCK ABAJO!! MALDITA, TU POLLA LE DUELE COMO UN MAMÁ JAQUAN!!"

Ms. WTF was not pleased. In arrogant contrast, his head dipped into the frame several times looking into the camera with this stupid expression. You could say he had a very punchable face. Jaquan even did a thumbs up to the camera with her visibly annoyed face in frame.

"YUH-YUH-YEEEAAHHHHHHH!! THAS HOW YUH-YUH-YOU DO IT, GUUURRRLLL!!" He sounded like a boorish idiot.

"SHIT MAN, WHY DON'T YOU CUM ALREADY?!!" She'd had enough of his antics as the clip abruptly went to white static snow. After looking at that clip, I sat back in the chair rubbing my temples, eventually retrieving a beer from the fridge.

"What the fuck is going on?" Another clip revealed a wide angle shot of the living room from camera's view planted on what looked like the tufted ottoman.

Ms. WTF was sitting wearily on the other garishly pink bit of furniture looking like she'd been hit by a bus. Jaquan thankfully wrapped in a towel was comedically explaining something to her as she shook her head wearily. I couldn't hear anything because my idiot cousin managed to mute the sound.

Things went mildly disturbing as my cousin lost the towel proudly displaying his cut physique drawing her limp, chubby hand to his penis. I set the clip aside for a later discussion with my cousin about the disturbing visual. She was lazily playing with his limp penis as the clip ended.

"She wants me to fix this shit; what's the fucking deal?" I was perplexed going back in to the recycle bin To make sure I wasn't deleting anything usable. I always double checked visually instead of blind clicking the icon.

"What's this?' I discovered five unknown video clips in the bin, restoring them for review. I clicked the first one.

I found myself looking at a POV shot from the inside of Mintzy's store. This shot was taken from a chest mounted camera finding Andre standing in one of the overstocked aisles looking over a large bag of chips. He put the bag back staring at the camera holder with a nervous grin before walking the next aisle over. The stalker point of view continued moving up the aisle following him. Andre was holding a pack of dollar cookies but put them back when he noticed the camera again.

"You want those cookies? I'll buy them for you." Renee's voice gave her away as the culprit.

"You filming me?"

"Yeah, it's kind of like a documentary thing; you don't mind, do you?"

He looked at the cheap peanut butter sandwich cookies ultimately putting them back on the shelf. Renee's hand appeared briefly in the frame picking up the dollar cookies showing them to the camera before offering them to Andre.

"Uhm, well I guess it's okay. "He reluctantly took them.

"Get anything you want, I'm paying." There was an odd theme to the video as he stared apprehensively when her hand appeared in frame again offering the bag of chips. He hesitated for a second, eventually taking these as well.

"Thanks ma'am; that's pretty nice of you, but I got some money." He was cradling the snacks to his chest like they were his most prized possession.

"Go on, get whatever you want; it's no big deal between friends, right?"

"Uhm okay, if you say so, ma'am."

"I do, why don't you get some drinks; would you like some beer?"

"I don't really drink that much, sodas fine."

"Get some beer."

There was a cooing matronly nature to the way she spoke that seemed to lull Andre into casual compliance. She followed him up the aisle continuing her "documentary" filming, using the camera to get shots of his butt surreptitiously. The camera would move up to his face when he glanced over his shoulder perhaps feeling her slanted eyes on his person.

Andre looked somewhat uncomfortable as he went to the standup coolers removing a two liter of soda and a six pack of malt liquor. The brand King Cobra, signified Andre's novice drinking status revealing him unaware of its status as canned rock gut.

"Get another one." Renee softly prompted.

Mintzy was briefly seen ringing up the items ogling Andre in the most obvious way possible. The camera dipped low as Renee's hand appeared in frame swiping a debit card to pay for the items. Andre started out of the store carrying the doubled up bag in his arms like a newborn. There was the expected blurring motion as she half ran after Andre finding him a good five feet away walking back towards the salon.

"Hey what's up; you running away from me?" Andre froze in place gradually looking back at her.

"Ah just taking this stuff back."

"Yeah, hang back for a minute homeboy; matter of fact come here."

"Uh?"

"Come here to me; you said I could film you for my documentary, right?"

"Uhm, that was for in the store, right?"

"You said I could film you."

Renee asserted herself vocally approaching until his face was in closeup from a lower camera angle. Andre looked even more apprehensive as I figured Shawnee was getting railed by Jaquan at that very moment. I figured Renee was distracting him from the shoot for her benefit.

"Uhm okay."

"Why you so nervous?"

"Nothing."

"Am I making you nervous?" Renee's frank question made him visibly cringe answering the question before he did.

She appeared to be standing right under him as the camera dipped low to his package finding a highly visible bulge. I didn't blame him knowing she got the same reaction from me the first time we slept together.

"No uh, it's the camera." He obviously lied.

"The camera; are you serious?"

"Uhm, I always get nervous when like, somebody put a camera in my face. Uh, I'm shy and don't really like being on camera, a lot."

"So, it's not me right?"

"Nuh, No." Andre laughed nervously in extreme closeup sounding a bit nerdy stopping in fits. The camera seemed to get closer until he stumbled back a step.

"Are you sure I'm not making you nervous?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"Let's see." Renee's hand appeared in frame cupping the left side of his face. She caressed his cheek for a few seconds before he drew away, chuckling nervously.

"Stop playing ma'am." He laughed nervously as she watched silent.

The camera lingered for a bit as Andre fidgeted. After a few seconds, he was just standing there on the sidewalk staring blankly into the camera as the clip ended. I sat there pondering what was seen, noticing the clips were sequenced numerically.

I clicked the second one.

The extreme closeup continued with Andre apparently sitting in Renee's apartment one floor above the shoot sight. I recognized the white wall directly behind his head as the same used in the first shoots with Rashida Sikes. He looked a little more relaxed intermittently giggling at the camera's intrusion looking away a couple of times.

"Why're you laughing, do you see something funny?" Renee's voice sounded well within his personal space.

"Nah, you like filming me?" He laughed raising a can of King Cobra to his lips taking a healthy swig.

"I can't film you Andre?"

"It's okay," He answered voice faltering, raising the can to his lips again. Andre averted his eyes chuckling again.

"Andre you keep looking over there; nothing's there, you don't want to look at me? Come on, aren't we friends? Don't you like me Andre?"

Her hand appeared in frame briefly poking his chin with her pointer finger. Andre's head dipped, chin into his chest looking up wide eyed.

"You're real nice, and thanks for buying these snacks."

"Don't you like me; we're friends, right Andre?" He looked away on either side acknowledging this claustrophobic atmosphere between Renee and himself, draining the can.

"You're really pretty."

"I know, but don't you like me?" She pressed again making him snicker nervously.

"Yeah."

"So, it's okay if I film you and ask some questions because we're friends, right Andre? I'd hate to think you're uncomfortable with me because of my appearance. So, can I ask you one question Andre?"

Andre fidgeted in place, visibly nervous looking about the living room obviously avoiding her face.

"Yeah, okay." The camera dipped low revealing that he was sitting on a tall stool as her hand appeared resting on his thigh.

"Is it true?"

"WHAT?!!" The camera was still pointed down capturing his crotch and legs.

"Come on, you know what I'm talking about Andre." Her hand caressed his thigh giving it a little squeeze making him jostle about eventually calming down as her hand rubbed it.

"Ask my girl." He answered trying to casually assert himself and his relationship.

"But I'm asking you if it's true what they say?"

Renee's disembodied hand was massaging his thigh sliding back and forth near his crotch but going no further. A visible bulge started to appear from her subtle actions.