“Ya’ll ready for the next question?” Janessa inquired of the rowdy group. They all yelled out yes, so she continued. “For six hundred points in the category Prison Movies. Name the movie that Leon Isaac Kennedy and his wife starred in.
”
Everyone yelled out “Penitentiary” in unison, and one woman asked, “What ever happened to those two anyway?”
A few people shrugged because they didn’t have a clue.
“Next question,” Janessa began. “Name the actor who won the Playa of the Year in the movie The Mack.”
Marquita beat everyone to the punch. “Who is Max Julien?”
“Correct, Marquita,” Janessa said, smiling at her. “Oops, sorry, that was for four hundred points, by the way, and the category was Pimp Movies.”
“Dang, were there that many pimp movies back in the day?” Chiquita asked.
“Hell, yeah!” Aunt Mabel exclaimed. “Pimping was a big profession years ago. These days, most women are packing heat and work the corners on their own.” She shut up when she realized all eyes were glued on her, though. She wasn’t quite ready to reveal her “other” profession.
Janessa was just about to get in her grill and ask her how she knew so damn much about it when the doorbell rang.
Saved by the mofo bell, Aunt Mabel thought to herself.
Janessa and Chiquita went upstairs to get the door. Tempest said a silent prayer to herself that things weren’t about to get more out of hand than they already were. When she spotted not one but two sets of muscular legs coming down the steps, she knew they were in for it.
Janessa proudly introduced them to the room. “This tall, muscular man over here with the sexy bedroom eyes and sleek, firm physique goes by the name of the Lone Banger.” She squeezed the muscles in the arm of an extremely tall, about six-foot-seven, dark-skin brotha who Tempest had to admit was fine. If she ran into him in a dark alley, she would tear his dick up.
Janessa moved over to the other dancer, who was considerably shorter, about five-foot-nine, but undeniably fine as well. He was light-skinned with hazel eyes and a body that seemed to exude sex out of every pore. “This here is Cum Daddy. Apparently he likes to go at it five or six times a night.”
“That’s just an appetizer, baby. Just an appetizer,” he said with a smile, flexing his muscles for everyone to get a better look. They both had on tank tops with “The Black Screw” silk-screened on them and skintight black pants.
Tempest wanted to get up and leave; she just didn’t feel it was appropriate to get freaky in front of her elders. As fine as they were, though, she wasn’t about to budge until she saw a little sumptin’ sumptin’.
The Lone Banger handed Chiquita a cassette tape to put on for their performance, surveyed the room, and announced, “Ladies, by the time this night is over, there won’t be a dry pair of panties in the house.”
Then the freakiness began.
CHAPTER 6
the wedding
“hold up one sec! I’ll be right back!”
Tempest left Janessa in a stupor at the front door of her apartment and rushed into her bedroom.
“Where are you going?” Janessa asked. “We have to hurry up and get dressed.”
“I am dressed!” Tempest yelled from the bedroom.
“Not in this, you aren’t!” Janessa yelled back at her, holding up a black garment bag in her right hand.
“I’ll be back out there in a minute.”
Janessa grew impatient and went into Tempest’s bedroom. She was shocked to find Tempest lying up in the bed with the covers up to her chin. “What the hell are you doing, sis?”
“Going back to bed so I can wake up all over again.” Tempest pulled the comforter over her head completely and turned over on her side, facing away from Janessa. “It’s obvious I’m having a freakin’ nightmare.”
“Ha! Ha! Ha! Very funny!” Janessa threw the garment bag on Tempest’s dresser and then yanked the comforter off Tempest and completely off the bed, tossing it on the floor. “Now get up, take off the outfit you have on, and put on the bridesmaid gown. Hurry up so we won’t be late.”
“Janessa, pleassssssse tell me you’re kidding,” Tempest pleaded. “This is some sort of sick joke, right?”